Remembrance Day stands as one of the most significant days on our commemorative calendar. It is a solemn occasion when we collectively acknowledge the profound sacrifices of those who died or endured hardships while serving in wars, conflicts, and peace operations, highlighting the weight of their commitment to freedom and peace.

Observed annually on 11 November, this date serves as a stark reminder of the tragedies wrought by war and the enduring resilience of the human spirit. It marks the anniversary of the Armistice of 1918, which terminated hostilities in World War I, a catastrophic conflict that profoundly reshaped nations and irrevocably altered the course of history.

Although the war did not officially conclude until 28 June 1919 with the Treaty of Versailles, the lasting scars it inflicted on humanity echo through time. In Australia and many other countries, people observe a minute of silence at the 11th hour of the 11th day of the 11th month, a moment set aside for reflection on the immense cost of conflict and the lives irretrievably lost’

It is a period dedicated to honouring our service personnel who perished or suffered in the service of Australia, ensuring that their legacy is preserved in the collective memory of future generations, who must carry forth the sacred duty of remembrance and strive tirelessly for a more peaceful world.

I am one of the lucky ones whose family and friends that fought for Australia in various conflicts all returned. Yes they returned, but they were significantly changed by their ordeals.

My Great Grandfather returned from the Great War with lungs burnt by mustard gas, my Grandfather who fought at Kokoda jumped out of his skin whenever he heard a train whilstle or emergency siren. My good friend returned from Vietnam suffering from Agent Orange that impacted not only his own health, but also his children and Grandchildren.

As wargamers we are often wrongly “called out” for glorifying war, but let us never forget our forebears who fought for our countries in war. They were not pieces of plastic or metal to be moved around a tabletop and to be thrown in boxes and forgotten until next time. They were OUR HEROES.
Well said.
One of my Grandfathers returned from WWII having seen much of the world and with stories of things he’d done and seen.
My other Grandfather returned too, but never spoke of his experiences.
Both part of a generation who gave up so much for our benefit.
A generation we owe much to.