It's ANZAC day. Drink Australian. And check out the program for this morning's traditional Dawn Service. Is it even conceivable that such lyrics to such hymns could be sung in a public commemoration here anymore?
Proudly you gathered, rank on rank, to war
As who had heard God's message from afar;
All you had hoped for, all you had, you gave,
To save mankind --yourselves you scorned to save.
Splendid you passed, the great surrender made;
Into the light that nevermore shall fade;
Deep your contenment in that blessed abode,
Who wait the last clear trumpet call of God.
Update: Reader Brett McS sent a link to a poem for the occasion written by a 12-yr-old. It made the front page of the Daily Telegraph, which tells you something about the relative health of their country.
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