My Grandfather served in WWI at was at the Somme. I am fortunate enough to have been given his medals which I wear with pride each year.
My Dad served in WWII in the Pacific Islands as well as with BCOF (Peacekeepers) at the end of the war in Japan. He saw the devastation of Hiroshima after it was bombed.
I served for a few years as well, so I guess genetics does come into it somewhere.
After my wife, kids and I attend dawn service on the beach front at Brighton, we head in for the march in the city.
I have been fortunate to lead my group for the past 6 years, which is an absolute honour, and whilst I have medals of my own, there is something special about wearing medals of an AIF Member from WWI. Lately I have treated every year as incredibly special as my Dad is still marching at 85 years of age and who knows when he can't march anymore. It's a struggle, but I still manage to squeeze into my uniform, don't look as sharp as when my wife first met me, but she says she still loves me.
