75th Anniversary of the Fall of Singapore

And so the fortress of Singapore fell.

Falling too quickly. Falling at all. Falling not because of a lack of bravery or a lack of men but a lack of strategy to understand the enemy.

Imprisoning thousands not just for the war but jailing them in the memory of horrific camps for the rest of their days.

Men like my Great Uncle Gray Schneider. Pictured with my Poppy. Raised in a home where German was spoken within living memory but heading off to fight the Nazis. Caught in the Fall to spend the war as a guest of the Emperor.

The Fall of Singapore opened Australia not only to attack but the fear we could be alone. We weren't. In the end, freedom won. It always does.

So today we remember that darkest of times.

Lest we Forget.