This Saturday marks the 100th anniversary of when the Aussie diggers landed at Gallipoli. There are a lot of commemorative celebrations going on all around the world but in particular here in Australia. I would have loved to have been part of the remembrance ceremony going on at ANZAC Cove in Gallipoli, Turkey but that is not going to happen this year. Mark my words though I will take the kids there one day before they’re all grown up and doing their own thing.
I wasn’t going to do an ANZAC Day post but as I get older the significance of the day is starting to really touch me. This year I am planning on going to my first Dawn Service and hopefully at the Shrine of Remembrance in Melbourne with the other estimated 120,000! Craig is taking the kids to a local ceremony with the Scouts to march.
A few years ago when we were living in Sydney, we took the kids Canberra for a Western Bulldogs v’s Sydney AFL game. While we were there we took the kids to the Australian War Memorial. Surprisingly they were really interested and really looked at things and asked questions. I was warmed to see them take such interest in the history of our great nation and all that our predecessors did to make this great country of ours what it is today.
We took the kids to the Wall of Honour. Its overwhelming the amount of names on the wall. We have our very own hero on that wall and I was honoured to show the kids my great grandfather’s name proudly etched forever on that wall to be seen by all his ancestors. I took a photo of Alannah pointing to his name, just like my mum and sister had done previously. I love this photo and she looks so young even though it was only 3 years ago.
My Great Grandfather, Private 2435 Joseph Henry Tieste was 31 years old when he enlisted in 1915 in Adelaide. He was in the 10th Battalion and went to Zeitoun, Serapeum and Alexandria in Egypt and then to Marseille in France. He was killed outside the First Aid tent at Mouquet Farm at the Battle of Pozieres on 22 August 1916. He was Acting Royal Military Police when he was killed. After 12 months of writing requests to the Army, my Great Grandmother was finally officially notified of his death.
The Australian War Memorial in France is located just outside Villers-Bretonneux and in front of it lie the graves of over 770 Australian soldiers. My mum visited once as my Great Grandfather’s name is on the wall with all the other unaccounted for soldiers. I hope one day I will be able to make it over there to see it for myself.
So this ANZAC Day and like every other one, I will be thinking of my great grandfather, as mum said ‘if it wasn’t for him none of us would be here now’. To all Aussies travelling and at home, enjoy your ANZAC Day where ever you are and be thankful for all that the Diggers sacrificed so that we can live in this brilliant country we have today but also take a minute for those that are still representing us in conflicts around the world.