I've walked past the Pool of Reflection a thousand times and I've walked past the War Memorial just as many, but never have I even thought to venture in through those solemn and impressive doors. However, today I decide that I will.
I'm not more than two metres through the door when an older man named Tony approaches me and asks if I've been here before. I tell him, "No, I've walked past a thousand times..."
He begins to tell me a bit about the history, about what was on offer and that it was okay to take photographs. I thank him for his introduction as he leaves my side to repeat the friendly welcome to a French couple who have just erré par les portes.
The centrepiece of the memorial is a bronze statue of a man in a weakened state, his shoulders draped over a broad sword, his body lifted from beneath by three woman.
There's a tremendous sense of peace that permeates the air as you step quietly through the marble walkways, there's no need to rush and your heart beats out a rhythm of respect and pride for our fallen heroes.
The museum quadrant of the building is complete with video, old army uniforms, relics from sadder times, maps and personal belongings of our 'glorious dead'.
I'm not a big fan of wars, but most of the soldiers who gave their lives most likely weren't either, and that makes their sacrifice all the more selfless and all the more brave. read more