I'm not trying to insult the people who died in the wars.
Why did these people sign up?
1. Government propaganda.
2. Drafting.
3. They liked war. (A very small minority i guess)
As far as my knowledge of Gallipoli goes, they ANZACs landed on gallipoli in the wrong place and got slaughtered.
And lets see what the paper says about it...
Last page of the NZ Herald April 25. Last sentence "Onward then - to the greatest day in our lives".
Thats right, that was such a f*cking great day.
Basically, I don't believe that those men died for our freedom, they died because of some politicians who never saw the front line decided to have a fight.
Surely we should remember them, but remember them for the pointlessness of what they died for, and that we should try avoid the same thing? Or do we not want them to know the truth?
Heres my favourite poem, which was written by wilfred own, a war poet of WWI.
Bent double, like old beggers under sacks,
Knock-Kneed, coughing like hagds, we cursed through sludge
Till on haunting flares we turned out backs
And towards our distant rest began to trudge
Men marched asleep. Many had lost their boots
But limped on, blood-shod. All went lame; all blind;
Drunk with fatigue, deaf even to the hoots
Of tired, outstripped Five-Nines that dropped behind.
Gas! Gas! Quick boys! - An ecstasy of fumbling
Fitting the clumsy helmets just in time;
But someone was stillyelling out and stumbling
And flound'ring like a man in fire or lime...
Dim, through the misty panes and thick green light,
Asa under a green sea, I saw him drowning
In all my dreams, before my helpless sight
He plunges at me, guttering, choking, drowning
If in smothering dreams you too cold pace
Behind the wagon that we flung him in
And watch the white eyes writhing in his face
His hanging face, like a devil's sick of sin
if you could hear, at every jolt, the blood
Come gargling from the froth-corrupted lungs,
Obscene as cancer, bitter as the cud
Of fil, incurable sores on inncocent tounges,
My freind, you would not tell with such high zest
To children ardent for some desperate glory,
The old lie: Dulce et decorum est
Pro patria mori.
*Dulce et decorum est Pro patria mori, means 'it is sweet and glorious to die for your country'
Also, in another one of his poems, it says 'His father would rather him dead than in disgrace'...