In Memory
Around ANZAC Day I find it disturbing that a select few use it for political self-purposed opportunism or grandstanding. Others will view their flag-waving patriotism as a justification for language or actions of abuse against the weak, or to defend lifestyles that promotes the destruction of a supportive cohesive society and the land it rests on. None of this is patriotism.
Fortunately, there are still many, like me, who had examples in their lives of what true patriotism is about; sacrifice. I learnt this truth from three ordinary men. A Grandfather I never knew, a gentle man who despite being pain-filled and physically damaged dedicated his remaining days to his family. A Father whose body was worn out by service in two wars and endured with a mind tormented by memories. And an Uncle who survived horrific injuries from an act of self-sacrifice in battle to live and give back more.
These three were determined to live a life beyond the horrors they endured. What they would never do is use their flag as validation to kick a person when they were down. They would see it stripped away from those who use it as a weapon of villainous hatred, division and vile. In their experience it was more important to them to live in and within their society. Yes they would have their gripes and they would voice them. But also in their failures they would recognise lessons to be learnt, not use them as justifications for rage. Regardless of personal circumstance they would contribute when they were called upon, helping with an unconditional outstretched hand, because then they know they were truthful to their country.
For me and many others today it is the actions and lives of people like these that are our examples of what it is to be a true patriot. I measure them as giants compared to the false patriotism displayed by some minnows of today.
(Remembering 3 RAR K force, the Battle of Kapyong, and to the many who have served since. You are all giants in my eyes).