Let’s Get Some Perspective

The lone cross in my mother’s garden that reminds us of the futility of war

Private Eric Low was my great uncle. I never met him of course, nor did my mother. But he holds a place in our hearts. He died without hope at age 20 years on Flanders Field in Belgium in 1917 during the Great War. Just another wasted life. It is of course a nonsense to call a war such as the 1914 – 1918 conflict “great” but in terms of suffering I suppose it could be described as such. Anyway, today we think of Eric and all the other men and women who died and suffered through needless wars and conflict and still do so today.

This world is led and governed by aged men who hide pandemics from us in the vain hope that their need for control and power will not be diminished. And when the secret escapes as it always will we are addressed by a clown, supposedly the world’s most powerful man who lamely suggests we inject ourselves with disinfectant to be saved from the pandemic. I ask you, where the hell are we at. Nothing has really changed since 1917. We have certainly not taken any lessons from those times.

Biking the 12 kilometre Turquoise Trail . Sandhills, beaches and saltbush

Enough of that. While we are stuck here in Jurien Bay it would be wrong to say we are in real lockdown. We cannot move north or south but we are camped alogside a nice beach and can make our way around the area. Walking, swimming and biking have become our daily routine along with reading, revising our French and a bit of writing. Absolutely no complaints.

MTC and I wish everyone all the best for ANZAC Day and may you all prosper as we work our way out of this dilemma. Stay safe.