Anzac Day was the day I fell in love with Australia. There’s no greater testament – none at all – to the indominable spirit of the Australian people. Who else has good cheer etched so deeply in their bones that they could mark a devastating loss with such a magnificent show of pride? And who else could send their men and women in uniform marching through every city, town, and village without a whiff of militarism? Once you experience an Anzac Day parade, those of tin-pot dictatorships look like cruel parodies.