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What ANZAC Day Means to Me: A Personal Reflection from a Defence Family Perspective

  • Writer: Morgan Burley
    Morgan Burley
  • Apr 25
  • 2 min read

For many Australians, ANZAC Day is a time to pause, reflect, and honour. For me — it’s personal.


I grew up in a defence family. Service, sacrifice, and resilience weren’t just ideas we spoke about once a year — they were lived values. They shaped the way I was raised and the way I show up in the world today. Loyalty. Strength. Showing up for your community. All in.


It’s why ANZAC Day hits different.






Since diving into my family history, I’ve uncovered even more stories that have deepened my pride. I’ve found records showing exactly where some of my family members served, who they served alongside, where they enlisted, and even details about injuries they sustained. These aren’t just names on a list — they’re stories. Full lives. And learning those little details has given me a whole new level of respect for what it means to serve.


Morgan, her sister Danika, and their dad Darryl sitting together on the grass in a backyard, smiling at the camera with their small dog. The photo reflects a close-knit family with strong ties — Morgan grew up in a military family, with Darryl having served in the defence force.

This year, I’ve had the absolute privilege of assisting the Oakey RSL Sub-Branch with their ANZAC Day commemorations — from covering the emotional Dawn Service and the powerful morning march, to the Poppy Service and a game of Two Up (because some traditions are sacred in their own right).


I’m not just there with a camera or a notebook — I’m there as someone who gets it. Someone who understands the power in remembering. In holding space. In storytelling.


A large crowd gathers in a circle under clear blue skies to play Two-Up outside the Oakey RSL on ANZAC Day. People of all ages are watching intently, surrounded by tents, palm trees, and the familiar "Great Northern" marquee. The atmosphere is lively and respectful, capturing the spirit of community and remembrance.

Because ANZAC Day isn’t about glorifying war. It’s about honouring people — people who gave up everything for something bigger than themselves.

And for those of us lucky enough to carry on their legacy — it’s our job to remember. To speak their names. To keep telling their stories.


I’m so incredibly grateful that this is the life I get to live — and the job I get to do. It’s not lost on me, not for a second.


Lest We Forget.

 
 
 

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