I happened to be in London last week and was able to attend the ANZAC Day commemoration – this consisted of a wreath laying at the Cenotaph in Whitehall and a service in Westminster Abbey. In the vastness of the Abbey, the Last Post was even more haunting than usual.  The Turkish consul read the words of Kemal Ataturk – “You, the mothers, who sent their sons from faraway countries wipe away your tears; your sons are now lying in our bosom and are in peace. After having lost their lives on this land they have become our sons as well.” – these words always reduce me to tears – why do human beings have to wade through rivers of blood before arriving at a realization of our shared humanity?