Some Australian families returned the medallions to the Australian Government in protest for the loss of their loved ones.
When you kill someone you don’t forget. You can’t forgive. You have to stay strong not just for others but also for your sanity.
The noise of the battlefield drowns out your thoughts. All the thoughts of your family, friends and are you going to make it are replaced by thoughts of war, death, sorrow and guilt. Your thoughts all become mixed up, you don’t know what to think. When you close your eyes all you see is red, red of blood, bodies, the bodies of all the soldiers you may have worked alongside, the men you’ve killed and your friends. Their lifeless bodies scar your brain.
These soldiers were proud, confident and courageous to fight for their country, their nation, their life.
Brains were traumatised, bodies were red and hearts were broken.
This is what the result of war was. Many people were devastated, but it was worth it for the world we have today.
He started with the occasional twitching – they all started the occasional twitching. The war broke out years ago. Years ago many men left the war, their bodies left the war but their minds never did.
I have seen many men in all my years of working at Radley Hospital for the mentally insane, but i’ve never seen someone as mentally broken as him. I have no idea what goes through his mind.
I have no idea what could of triggered such distress. The slightest noises causes him the most pain. He is always twitching, muttering things, pacing he has lost all control over his mind and body. We tried to help him, we tried to clam him down, but after days turned to months and months turned to years most of us gave up.
I, myself haven’t gave up.
Yes he doesn’t hold a conversation or even eye contact, but doesn’t mean we should give up on him. Most people are scared of him, but I’m not. To me he is just one of the men who lost their sanity to the war.
My heart is gone.
My soul has felt the appearance of death.
This is a painful and heartbreaking experience.
What am I doing here?
Is this a horrible dream?
Sadly this is real.
The world has shown me its worst by death.
But this is not the world this is humanity at its worst.
Murdering and slaughtering happens every day, but why?
his happens because of humanity and humanity will tear itself apart.
Home is just a distant memory that will never be forgotten.
The honour of serving your mother country not knowing it was for not.
Family and friends are so far. I will never see them again.
The stained memories that will never go away, I am a murderer.
My skin crawls as I see the disease of war breaking me down.
My strength weakens as I see the enemy!
I become depressed as I see what was once my friends are now merely corpses…
I am scared but I will never say so
The dreadful feeling of defeat is always there.
This war is driving me crazy, I can never be sane again.
The pain of failing when you know you had no chance.
!! Madness war is Madness!!
I am alone as I lay on the sand breathing my last breath.
War is horrific. The blood and death is a far cry from what the posters said. Courage and love is what keeps me going in these disease ridden trenches.
Fear is my enemy, not the Turks.
Patriotism is what blinds us.
The sounding off of bombs prevents me from sleeping.
I make it my duty to return home. I will protect my honour and dignity. The shores of Gallipoli is where I fight and I will help my comrades to the bitter end to see you again.
I’m sorry that I have not been sending very many letters but I have been extremely busy. We just started living in the trenches and I have begun to get used to the smell. There are rotting bodies everywhere and so many people are getting sick. We do have fun sometimes. We like to burn lice and watch the dog play with rats.
The floor is muddy and wet all the time. Some of the guys are talking about trench foot. The bombs and machine guns are so loud. Mother, I don’t want to worry you but I think my last days are coming. I’m really scared but the others don’t know that because they might think I’m a coward.
Lots of love from your only son,
How are you? Are you having a good time? Is Dad and sis fine too? If you ask me the same, I am miserable. I got shot in the arm and it pains me every time I try to move it. Everything here is dirty and unhygienic. People are getting trench foot as we have storms all day and night. My legs are getting rotten and one of the mice bit one of my toes. I was crying last night and I couldn’t sleep. I’ve seen a lot of gruesome deaths and I don’t seem to care because I might be the next one to die. I got food poisoning, well a lot of people did.
I just want to say that I love you all and if I don’t return, please tell everyone that I am sorry for all the troubles I’ve given them.
the creases in the paper represent the battle scars the soldiers are left with
no matter how many times you attempt to flatten out the creases they will always remain
just like the unforgettably battle scars all soldiers are left and traumatised with after experiencing war
the boxes in the paper represent the innocent lives taken at war
the boxes always go unnoticed but no matter what their existence is always sensed
the boxes are never appreciated
they are just our guides to help us to correctly measure
unnoticed unappreciated and underrated those boxes are just like the soldiers who helped to fight for our countries freedom and did with pride
the lines that form the boxes are also underrated just like the countries that formed their forces and helped the re-unition of each of the soldiers
the delicate folds of the paper are very much liked the traumatised minds of those soldiers
wickedly bent with grief and crazy thoughts of anger for the opponent
these folds may appear to be gently intact but the real damage is very hard to see
nearly invisible and never taken into thought or consideration
no matter how many times you attempt to unfold and refold the paper the original folds will always remain
very much like the brain washed minds of those who were rapidly affected by war
the tears in the paper represent the tears between countries families and nations
these tears all caused by the devastating war
the tears can be fixed though tape and glue can easily conceal what remains deep down below
but just like the torn relationships between people that can be easily forgotten about and left in the past
all of the damage done will still remain no matter what is used to cover or how it is used to cover the original and the remaining
existence of those brutally harsh tears
no matter how much people try to forget about the war that occurred over 100 years ago
there is no escaping the truth that lies deep down below
no matter how much the past has declined denied disowned or forgotten the significant events that occurred and the mistakes that were made will always belong to and affect those living in the now present future
there is no escaping the shadowed past nor can it ever be disowned or denied so he least that can be done is to feel pride for our nation's accomplishment and feel grateful for all that was sacrificed and done by each soldier who loyally served our country in order to ensure the freedom justice safety and peace of our striving nation that is commonly taken for granted
The content of the Answering the Call exhibition's website does not reflect the view of the City of Kwinana. The conflicts presented on this website were dictated by the stories making up the exhibition. Please read the curatorial statement to fully understand the intention of the project.