As an Australian, I've grown up with Anzac Day and all the nonsense that comes with it. Entire beaches blocked for the parade to pass through, sprigs of rosemary worn by children with no concept of war, old men in uniforms who still haven't grasped that concept despite their experiences. I can well imagine myself asking, as a young child, "What are they marching for?"
As an Australian, I've grown up with Anzac Day and all the nonsense that comes with it. Entire beaches blocked for the parade to pass through, sprigs of rosemary worn by children with no concept of war, old men in uniforms who still haven't grasped that concept despite their experiences. I can well imagine myself asking, as a young child, "What are they marching for?"