Our strength in caring: Curtis McGrath’s Anzac Day dawn service speech

28/09/2019 | 苏州美甲学校 | By admin | 0 Comments

Curtis McGrath addresses the dawn service at the Australian War Memorial. Photo: Karleen MinneySeventy-five years ago, Australia braced for impact, from the ever-encroaching conflict of World War II, as it made its way south through the Pacific. At a desperate low in the Kokoda campaign, stretcher-bearers lugged wounded Australian soldiers for days through strangling, unyielding jungle to reach medical help.


Gold medalist Curtis McGrath carries the flag for Australia during the closing ceremony of the 2016 Paralympic games in Rio. Photo: Atsushi Tomura

A young Australian private, Alan “Lucky” Luckel, had his leg blown off at the knee. Historians wrote: “His sergeant went charging down the slope where the luckless lad lay. He picked up the little fellow like a babe in his arms and carried him to safety. Luckel sang while the blood from his half-leg reddened the ridge.”

His was a war fought in a deep, dark, life-sucking valley – some say it was a constant fog – where he couldn’t have known where or how his next step would land.

Twenty years later, in Vietnam, a different sort of Dustoff came into its own: the casualty evacuation helicopter. Badly hurt and dying soldiers were flown out of enemy fire, treated on-board, and choppered to the nearest field hospital. Many would survive the previously unthinkable.

The war I came to know was in Uruzgan Province, Afghanistan, about five years ago. One of the “new wars” Where the enemy don’t wear uniforms. Where violence is organised by insurgents not by states. Where improvised explosive devices are becoming more sophisticated, more lethal and harder to detect.

And where families live and children play in among it all. It’s no jungle; more like a sharp-edged, ancient and arid landscape.

What injured me on August 23, 2012, has taken thousands of limbs and lives before me – many civilian, and too many, unwitting young kids.

The dawn crowd at this year’s Anzac Day service. Photo: Karleen Minney

I was an army combat engineer. My job was to clear the day’s path of IEDs ahead of the patrol. Instructions came in late one morning to remove a boulder blocking one of the access roads. My mate Mac and I headed to the job.

I was out front and got caught unawares on what I thought was familiar and safe ground. In a violent, hot explosion, the ground beneath me erupted, taking both my legs instantly. Somehow, in a state of bewilderment and physical wreckage, bizarre moments of clarity and focus took hold: I found myself trying to do my own first aid, and instructing the men on how to administer the morphine.

Meanwhile, my mates wrestled with five tourniquets on what was left of my legs, as they swallowed their own terror and tears. Then came the men and women in the evacuation chopper – the extraordinarily skilled trauma specialists – with their care I got: an unforgettable Dustoff.

I can see the circles of care around me like ripples from a stone dropped in a pond.

When we join the services, and go to war, of course we feel a strong sense of duty to our nation and to all Australians. But when we’re out there in a conflict zone, our greatest responsibility is to our mates alongside us. They are the ones we trust with our mission and our lives.

In my own life, I can see the circles of care around me like ripples from a stone dropped in a pond. Family, friends, doctors, nurses, physios, Defence, RSL, coaches, and teammates. The list is long. Through the peaks and troughs, they connect, making me stronger at the centre, restoring my physical health, my self-worthand my sense of a future. Self-reliance matters, but it’s not nearly enough.

War hasn’t always returned us well. In the aftermath of so many conflicts, men and women came home to a silent, private suffering borne alone or with their distraught families, friends and neighbourhoods.It has taken a terrible toll and, for some, it’s far from over.

In soldiering and in peacekeeping, we learn an ethic of service to our nation, to one another, and to the communities we seek to unite and rebuild. In return, our nation is learning an ethic of care to our veterans and service personnel, whose ripples spread right across Australian life – a true measure of a nation’s decency and worth.

On this Anzac Day, we look back on a century of courage, endurance, mateship and sacrifice. We honour those who have died and suffered through the old and the new wars. And we thank them for all they have engrained in our nation’s heart and way of life.

And, may we as a nation continue to provide those men and women who have served us with the care they need. Dedicated, unhesitating, service, to our fighting force.

A mighty Australian Dustoff. Lest we forget.

Canberra Times