For over ninety years, Australia has been interpreted, defined, celebrated and criticised through the idea of ‘Anzac’. The word – and particularly its many meanings that have changed over time – can mystify. Dale Blair, an astringent critic of the simple-minded acceptance of Anzac and the author of a frank analysis of its expression through one battalion's experience, took as the epigram to his Dinkum Diggers a complaint by a soldier in the Great War. Frank Gates, a 1st Division machine-gunner, as the Australian War Memorial's condescending catalogue entry put it, was a ‘young man of limited life experience, who rarely engaged in self-reflection’. Even so, he wrote to his mother how

Many Australian historians may echo this cry of frustration and despair. Can we not evade the complexities and the dominance of the word? Can we not set aside its gravitational pull in drawing attention to the Great War and what it entailed? Sadly, it is neither possible nor desirable to evade the word or its meanings. It is not possible to understand Australia's experience of war in the twentieth century without also understanding the idea of Anzac.