Why do we condemn the tragedy of child soldiers in wartime African countries like Sudan and Somalia?
Conversely: Why do we celebrate the bravery of our country's own child soldiers in ww1?
Is the difference because they volunteered? Child soldiers in African wars often have no choice, but by sending them in Australia's contingent to fight for king and empire, with a nation's support is in my view child abuse.
We should condemn the circumstances that let these kids go to battle, not celebrate their enlistment. They were victims of propaganda and the simultaneous shaming of people who opted not to go.
It's time this black mark was properly acknowledged for what it is. A war crime.
Part of it is that they volunteered, part of it is the distance of time (a pointless and tragic fiasco can become an heroic sacrifice in the space of a generation) and part of it is that it plays into the myths we tell about ourselves. It's about spin - there was a lot to hate about a war that killed 1.2% of the population or 18% (roughly 1 in 5) of the forces deployed and wounded half, so it's only natural that people might want to justify that sacrifice by any means necessary.
Of course, this leads people to gloss over some inconvenient facts. For instance, examples of terrible, loutish, disrespectful, racist bullying in Cairo's red light districts become quaint anecdotes of "larrakinism". Nobody ever mentions the desertions or the people shot by their own officers for cowardice when they refused to go over the top with
unloaded rifles to charge a well defended foe who just slaughtered the last few waves of human cannon fodder to no result.
All that unpleasantness gets papered over in the face of an agenda, in this case the goal of forging an identity for a new nation biased on something more macho than pastoralism at the extreme edge of viable civilisation. Better that those poor devils died as heroes for a just and righteous cause than to face the horrifying fact that everything they ever did, their blood, their sweat, their dying screams, their effort achieved precisely nothing,
could achieve precisely nothing.
They died for an King and Empire none of them would ever see, on a foreign shore that ought not have concerned them. Their enemies even had to specifically ask who these people were, who kept throwing themselves at the guns day after day, despite being overwhelmed in placement, numbers, materiel and supplies. Why, they asked, are you fighting so hard. You're not Tommies. Who
are you?
The most impressive part of the Gallipoli campaign was honestly the retreat. The rest was a mangled scream as the world of Napoleon and Queen Victoria died a painful death.