This is the first Anzac Day that I've been overseas. And while in the last few years there is no way (I'm sorry to say) that I could be dragged to a Dawn Service, it still felt strange that this year the day passed by so quietly. No plans to go to the RSL, barely sparing a moment to pause, not within earshot of a news snippet of a lone trumpeter playing the Last Post.
But still, this myth of Australian identity, forged out of one massively fucked up battle, on a beach in a strange land, shouldn't be forgotten, no matter what corner of the world you are in.
Flowers for the forgotten soldier, Pere Lachaise.