Yesterday Australia commemorated the 100th anniversary of an ill-fated battle at Gallipoli.  There was blanket coverage across the television networks, and dawn services around the world as the sun rose around the globe.  I spent the day engaged in the rather more prosiac activity of helping keep Boodi and Lady calm and entertained while waiting to be seen by a doctor in the ED of our local hospital, after Boodi dislodged a front tooth.  I steer clear of jingoism on Anzac Day.  I don’t celebrate the battle or the war, but I am invested in it.  I don’t buy into the idea that this doomed battle forged nationhood, and I deplore the hyperbole of the people who decreed it so.  For me, the ANZACs…