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RE: Weekend-engagement week 13: Ask me anything

I told you, mate, I'm not going to go easy after that chicken tender incident. Especially since I know deep down that there's quite a large variety of things you like to stuff down your gullet. Still, ANZAC cookies look and sound mighty tasty! They do remind me of a popular brand of packaged oat cookies we have here; Oat Krunch.

They are delicious, and its anything like ANZAC cookies, there's enough sugar in there to make branding the oats as a healthy ingredient, quite pointless. A pack or two of these, and I'll have diabetes for sure. I suppose its understandable to give those soldiers in the trenches loads of energy in a pinch. I'm guessing you're not too fond of the Kiwis then, the sheep fuckers 😆

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New Zealand and Australia have a constant (good-natured) rivalry. You'd have to be a Kiwi or Aussie to understand it. We pick on them and they return fire.

We went to war together though, we're close in that way, bonded, and either will stand up for the other in a fight or at a time of need. That's what we do.

They call us stuff, we call them stuff and we play our rivalry out on the sporting field: Cricket, rugby and netball.

A Kiwi would look at that comment I made and laugh, return fire and then I'd laugh. It's what we do.

The term ANZAC means a great deal here, and we honour those who fought under that banner, blokes who died together to protect an ideal back in WW1. It might seem an odd situation but here, for Aussies and Kiwi's...It's how we are. A disrespectful banter based on deep respect. It won't make sunset unless you're from NZ or Aus though I think.

The ANZAC legend lives on in us and when I was there I visited several ANZAC war memorials to pay respect to the blokes who died alongside the Aussies. I take that seriously.

Lest we forget.

I totally understand that, without a doubt. I do enjoy a bit of banter between different communities, out of mutual respect and understanding, and nothing short of the upmost trust with one another.

After WW2, my grandad put his rifle down and got into civilian life, but not before spending some free time in Singapore hanging around with his former Brit, and ANZACs in the army.

Whether it's there hanging around on the beaches and chasing the ladies, or defending a hill from the Banzai charges, there's nothing short of trust between them. Respects to those who put their lives on the line, so that we may live in harmony.

Well said here, nothing else to add. ✅

I got you, mate ;-)