Greetings and my acknowledgements to everyone present.
I am privileged this morning to share my reflections with you on ANZAC Day.
Each year Australia and New Zealand celebrate ANZAC Day as the two nations’ Memorial Day for their citizens who died in the two World Wars & in the series of smaller conflicts each nation took part in.
April 25th is the date that the Australian & New Zealand Army Corps landed at Gallipoli, in Turkey.
I understand that this was the first time that the two nations’ troops went into combat as distinct national forces.
Commemorations of the landing began in 1916, and after WWI NZ (like Australia) established ANZAC Day as the National Day of commemoration for all our war dead in the Great War.
With the onset of World War II, ANZAC Day was expanded to cover all servicemen and women who died in the service of their nation.
So it is today, ANZAC Day commemorations include those who died in South East Asia, Korea and on peacekeeping missions since the 2nd World War.
I am one of many in my generation, born after the two great wars, that has very little experience, if any, on the subject of war.
I have never been involved in armed conflict. I know people who have. But the closest I have ever been to war has been playing video games and watching the movie Saving Private Ryan.
The closest I have ever come to a war-zone is visiting relatives in Los Angeles or accompanying our police patrols some years ago.
I can only imagine what it must have been like and even then I’m sure my imagination and the reality of war are not the same thing.
Consider a quote from a reproduced newspaper report of general events of the battle of Gallipoli,
“What could convey to the reader, who was not there, the terrible agony of a bullet in the stomach, of being blown to bits, bayoneted, drowned, suffocated, or buried alive, of lying badly wounded under the hot sun in no-mans land, alone & beyond hope or the help & comfort of comrades, dying of typhoid, blood poisoning, gangrene, meningitis, dysentery, or pneumonia? Or of seeing these things happen to friends around you.”
Despite the graphic description of what actually happened to many soldiers on the field of battle, I suspect it is still very difficult for many of us to fully comprehend the depth of horror and the tragedy of war.
I have found attending these ANZAC commemoration services in New Zealand, Australia and throughout the South Pacific islands, that I have begun to gain a greater understanding of what it must have been like. For me, ANZAC has become a day of humility and a day of gratitude.
This being Sunday, the Bible tells us that the greatest love of all is when a person is prepared to lay down his or her life to save the lives of others. Last week, many of us celebrated Easter, and the death and resurrection of Jesus Christ teaches us the act of agape, of charity or Godly love, when he gave his life for the world.
The Servicemen and women whose lives we honour today in my view also committed an act of love.
They died not only for their families and friends, but they also died for total strangers. Generations of strangers yet unborn during their time. Strangers like me. Generations like yours and mine.
They died in their efforts to safeguard certain ideals and values. The ANZAC soldiers paid the ultimate price for believing in ideals such as freedom, courage, honour, sacrifice, law & order, peace and prosperity for all.
We know this because the men & women of the ANZAC era, lived during a time of chivalrous ideals.
They lived in a time of duty above all else, of duty to god, for country, for family and community.
They lived in a time of right and wrong as clear as black & white.
Some of us might say that these beliefs belong to a bygone age.
But these ideals and values have formed the foundation of democratic societies all over.
These ideals and principles are accepted as truths by millions of people throughout the world. And like all truths, they remain the same today, as they were in yesteryear.
I congratulate the young people who are in attendance this morning.
Thank you for being here. I believe your presence today brings honour to this occasion. It reaffirms to both the living and the dead that the sacrifice and service of the ANZAC soldiers was not in vain.
I want to say to you and to those like myself who are learning about ANZAC Day.
Our ANZAC commemoration service today is to honour and respect the memory of the lives and service of men and women who died for their country & community.
For those of us who do not have a close or direct connection to the service men & women of these past wars, we should consider ourselves very fortunate.
We have been spared the pain of losing a loved one or losing many loved ones.
We have been spared the anguish of not having to sit and wait for a telegram that would deliver the dreaded news of “killed in action”.
We have been spared the horror of nightmares that come from never knowing when someone is “missing in action” or never seeing the gravesites of family members on the other side of the world.
I imagine the men and women of the ANZACs belonged to families and communities no different from ours today. They were sons, brothers, and fathers, or daughters, sisters, mothers, and spouses.
We remember them and their death not because there is glory in dying
But because there is glory in their belief in sacrifice for others and for a better world.
There is no glory in war and we do not, and should not, glorify war in our services.
We glorify the belief in duty, honour, sacrifice, protecting our loved ones, and service to ones country and community.
We glorify the honour of service to our fellow human beings, irrespective of their race, colour, culture or religion.
I think if we are to honour the ANZACs of the great wars, we must challenge ourselves to find ways of serving our country and communities today.
I’m not suggesting that you join the army today and leave your loved ones, albeit it is a honourable career pathway.
I am simply saying that we should consider and look around at our present environment, our home, our streets, our town centres, and our local schools.
There are many local issues and there is so much need, and so much work that has to be done.
What service can we provide that can add value to our community?
I believe we should renew our personal commitment to the principles and ideals that the ANZAC soldiers died for. For freedom, for service, for sacrifice, for duty, for mercy, for charity, for God and for Honour.
This is what ANZAC Day means to me.
I want to pay my personal tribute to the ANZACS soldiers of old.
In the Samoan culture, when someone of significance passes away, the orators and young men perform a ritual called, “Tatala le Lagi”. Tatala le Lagi, literally means to Open the Heavens. It is a chant or call on the Heavens to Open their doors for the dead. It acknowledges the dead as living in another environment.
It is a ritual of respect for the dead and honouring their time on earth. It is also a ritual that acknowledges the eternity of life, that the dead are with us.
It is a call to remember those who have died.
Tulouna le lagi
Tulouna le taape o papa
Tulouna le lagi
Tulouna le gasetoto o le la
Tulouna le lagi
Tulouna le tafea o le tauofe
Tulouna le lagi
Tulouna le to o le timu
Tulouna le lagi
It is my prayer that we and our children will live lives worthy of the sacrifice made by the servicemen & women of the ANZACS.
It is my hope that we do not forget their ideals and values.
I thank all the servicemen & women who are with us this morning including our police.
I also want to acknowledge that this is the last time that we will hold our services under the banner of Manukau City Council. I therefore want to acknowledge all Mangere councillors and community board members, both past and present, who over the years have contributed to our local community.
I thank Rev Les Dixon and his team of organisers who continue to bring us together so we can collectively celebrate as a community ANZAC Day and what it means for us.
Thank you all. Ia soifua ma ia manuia. Kia ora tatou katoa.