Wherever we come from, whatever we call it, the day we remember our fallen heroes has a special place in all our hearts. But things are changing. Today, because of the enormous advances in battlefield medicine far more of our soldiers are surviving the horrific injuries they receive on the battlefield. But it’s not only the physical scars, those that you can see, those that will change lives forever. It’s also the hidden scars, the ones that are only seen by those that carry them. This year as you remember those who so willingly paid the ultimate price for us and our country, spare a thought for those who are still paying the price in one way or another.
“My one hope is that the next time you see a serviceman or woman, or the old man sitting on the homeless shelter steps proudly brandishing a chest full of medals, you will pause for a few moments and try to look beyond that confident, sometimes brash, some would even say arrogant exterior, to the person that lies within.
A person who has worked hard, seen things that none of us should ever see, and in some cases suffered horrific injuries. Someone who will continue to suffer, either physically or mentally, but mostly in silence, for the rest of their lives, whilst at the same time still retaining hope and a strong belief in the greater good.”
Taken from “A Hell for Heroes”.
I want to wish everybody in Australia and New Zeeland all the best this Anzac Day, the 25th April.