Yet again New York has surprised me – in the very heart of Manhattan, in the Rockefeller Center on 5th Avenue, there is an ANZAC Memorial garden. Compliments of the influence of Nola Luxford-Dolberg, a Kiwi woman who apparently was the best connected New Zealander in 1940’s New York, the gardens have been used exclusively for the annual ANZAC service each year since 1941. Today I was a guest of the Consul General of Australia at the Commemoration Service which was quite different to any I have attended before. Apart from the extraordinary environment, with the spires of St Patrick’s Cathedral rising up behind the reflecting pool of the gardens, it was the speeches that made this service so poignant. There were representatives of many countries, and words were shared that talked of the loss and the legacy of all sides of the conflict. But the speech of the Consul General of Turkey created a picture I had not been aware of before. The losses from their side, as the Turks defended their homeland, were so great that in 1915 there were no graduates from the schools and universities in Istanbul. Now Sean and I are going to Istanbul very shortly. I shall feel very different as I explore and exclaim about the food and the markets and the bazaars. We are traveling as free people in a country that freely allows us to be, and we are able to do this because of everything that has happened since April 25th all those years ago. I salute the generosity of spirit of the people that have helped to make this possible. Lest we forget.