At this morning’s Anzac service we were asked to remember those we knew who had served in the armed services.
I remembered my father, a Scottish soldier who was working in New Zealand when World War II broke out, who enlisted with the New Zealand Army and did active service in Egypt and Italy with the 20th Battalion and finished the war as a driver for the army in London.
I remembered my mother who served in the New Zealand Army at Trentham.
I remembered my uncle who served in the British Navy.
I remembered my grandfather who served in the New Zealand Army in World War I, whose duties included caring for the horses in Egypt.
I remembered my brother who served in the New Zealand Army for several years, thankfully never having to do active service.
I also thought of a friend’s son who is in the SAS and who has served service overseas in war zones very recently.
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I remember my great-grandfather and his brother – both awarded the Military Cross for bravery. My great-grandfather, who participated in both World Wars, faked his age to participate in the first. He was also recognised through the award of OBE. Their nephew died as a Japanese POW aged 24. My Nana was also in the army.
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