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WORDS | Will Runting
Hearing the loud screams of
excited, drunk men a block away, in a park, reminds me of when I was a kid. Not
in the drunk or excited sense but in the same tradition of playing cricket on
ANZAC Day.
When
we were younger, my sister, my neighbours and I used to always play backyard
cricket, in the street, on ANZAC Day. I say backyard, because it was those
rules. We didn’t have much room, so hitting the ball over anyone’s fence was
six-and-out. One-hand-one-bounce was a viable method of getting someone out and
tipsy or if-you-hit-it-you-have-to-run was also in play. It was like a tradition
we forced on ourselves. One bored ANZAC Day we just decided it’d be fun to play
cricket. Every year after that, we thought we’d do the same
thing.
Apart from the fun we’d have,
it also a very solemn day, even for us kids. At around lunchtime we’d always
stop our cricket game and have a minute silence. None of us had watches and our
minute of silence usually lasted about five, but I remember every year, after
the minute was up, one person would say. “That’s it.” And yet we would still
remain speechless. Not even looking each other in the eyes. We all felt those
same feelings of remembrance and mourning. And then we’d try to resume our game,
all of us feeling less energetic and joyous going into the second
game.
Surprisingly, after we grew
apart and stopped playing cricket together, I can’t say I’ve felt the same on
ANZAC Day. Sure, I’ve attended dawn services, and I’ve heard guest speakers
talking about their relatives in the war, but for some reason, those moments as
a kid sunk in more. I used to think about the actual people who would’ve been in
the war. They would’ve been good friends like I was with my neighbours and had
fun. But then I thought how in an instant, they could be dead. Their friend
could be dead. And it was what happened. I thought about, how if we were born
back then we’d be forced to join the forces. It was different each year, and I
can’t quite write down the exact feelings and thoughts that went through my mind
as a child but I know that I’ve never felt that connection with the Gallipoli
men like I did back then.
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