There will be much talk on Friday of “national identity”. Just one year short of the original baptism of the Anzacs, jingoism will be in fashion. Some will say, and many will think, it is our real national day.
The basis for this sentiment is some history and some myth: “heroism” and a degree of distancing from Britain — or at least from the British military leaders and politicians under whose edicts localities, big and small, throughout the empire’s “last, loneliest, loveliest” outpost lost men in sacrifice to the gods of war.