In this dangerous, unpredictable era, we cannot cling too long to old alliances and ignore the strategic importance of our region

As a child in western Victoria, Anzac Day was either the last day of a glorious autumn or the first day of a miserable winter when the winds roared, the drizzly rain never stopped, and even puddles froze.

Whatever the weather, it was never a happy day. Despite decades of Anzac hype, that heaviness has now returned.

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