Here in Australia we have Armistice Day, but it is restricted to a minute's silence at 11am. Our day of rememberance is on the 25th of April: ANZAC Day. On that day in 1915 the allied troops invaded Turkey by landing at Galipoli, hoping to create a second front so that the Turks would stay out of Europe. It didn't work, the Turks beat us back, and a lot of Australians, New Zealanders, and British soldiers died. The only real memorable part of that campaign was the way our men fought and died. And the Turks. Let's never forget that their casualties were twice ours.
The whole thing was pointless and I blame High Command for that. However, that doesn't make the Aussies, Kiwis, Poms and Turk soldiers anything less than heros.
It became fashionable to knock ANZAC day, to call the Diggers "old farts" and to proclaim loudly that we were celebrating war. To those people I say "Fuck you!" The men marching put more on the line than you'll ever have to. And there is a difference between celebrating and remembering.
I remember what they did.