Especially if we let greedy bastards stay in control.

For those who don't know:

Anzac day here in Australia.

We celebrate with dawn services, speeches and marching bands.
And tourists crowding the memorial site at Gallipoli cove. And more speeches.

Specifically, the day is a remembrance of an attack on Turkish held coastal Gallipoli beach by ANZAC forces. Australian and New Zealand forces.

It was way back on this day in 1915, so WW1, and by all accounts it didn't go well.

But since then the legend has grown, brave troops versus overpowering resistance, etc.

My cynical mind contrasts this with the horror of current wars, and finds no reason to celebrate.
More a reason to mourn those who hoped they wouldn't die but did anyway.
And I see little mourning in the yearly Anzac day activities.

Pulling weeds when I heard a fighter jet go over. Under attack by tsf was the first thought, then I remembered it was ANZAC day and planes from up the coast at Bairnsdale do flyovers of Gippsland towns on their way to Melbourne.