Anzac Day had not only survived the antagonism of my generation in our immaturity but had come to rival Waitangi Day in national status. Every year we read of record turn-outs but I had no sense of how big it has become until I saw it for myself this week.
The crowd converging on the Domain was evident as soon as you reached Grafton or Parnell. From all directions there were people and groups walking purposefully as though to a rock concert or a rugby match.
Many of them were young but by no means most. Anzac Day's revival is past the stage of a youth phenomenon, all ages are turning out in numbers now.
So many thousands turned up on Wednesday morning that not many could see anything of the ceremony. We stood 20 or 30 rows deep around the edge of the museum forecourt, the top half of the cenotaph in view but not much else. It didn't matter. It was enough just to be there. We could hear the pipes, the band and the choir. An excellent MC told us what was happening.
He said the Australian flag was on the Cenotaph alongside ours, Australian officers were present, an Australian frigate was in the harbour and the anthems of both countries were in the programme. This was a new dimension to Anzac Day. How odd that we had never included the A in our day before.
A good number of programmes had been distributed. We had the words to the wartime hymns we could have sung but very few did. We are a strange breed, the effort we make to be at an event such as this suggests the depth of its meaning for us, yet we don't make much effort to participate.
It is the same at rock concerts and rugby matches, we come along to watch. But we are turning up on Anzac Day for a reason. What is it exactly?
If it was simply to honour the memory of loved ones lost in war, the numbers would not be increasing. The last big war ended 67 years ago. Nobody under the age of 70 today has a personal memory of anybody killed in it.
No doubt some of those attending Anzac Day services are honouring fathers and uncles who served in World War 2 and survived it, but that number too will be declining with time.
It is simply not credible that younger generations are turning up before dawn to mourn forebears they never knew. They and older generations are turning up in ever increasing numbers, I think, for reasons that are not personal but national. Mythically or not, Gallipoli marks the spot where Australia and New Zealand became nations in the world. Anzac Day is an outward-looking anniversary, unlike Waitangi Day which is necessarily focused on internal progress and no less valuable for that.
Anzac Day may be the more united feast these days but it hasn't always been. The Vietnam War discredited all military effort to some minds for a while. There are still echoes of that sentiment in homilies on Anzac Day. "Peace" is venerated in tones that suggest war is always and everywhere reprehensible. It is not. Some wars have changed history for the better and made good nations stronger. Every nation commemorates a war of significance to its existence and its cohesion. That, I think, is why post-war generations flock to Anzac services.
Quietly in the Kiwi way, they are honouring the need to fight for ourselves and our friends. They don't have much to say about it, they just turn up on the day.
