Although this isn’t the US where fear of not “supporting the troops” is enough to close down political debate, under John Howard the lionisation of the Aussie digger reached new heights, and we have seen few indications that this will change soon. So before I have a look at the hallowed place of the mighty digger in our history, I’d like to lay out my qualifications.

I’ve never experienced the fear and doubt of a war, but I’d like to think I have an idea of what military service means to the country and to a family. My paternal grandfather was a digger – he served in the Somme in World War I, and amongst other injuries got a dose of German mustard gas there. My maternal grandfather was a digger – he saw combat in the Pacific in World War 2. My father served in the RAAF in wartime, too. (I won’t get into the uncles, and can only guess what service my great-great grandfathers must have performed in the Prussian army.) To my regret, this tradition of service ended when the Australian Army rejected me thanks to poor sight in my left eye (I was 18). (more…)