On my mother's side of the family, one of her brothers and four uncles saw service, along with a number of in-laws, cousins and second cousins. Three of the four boys in my father's family saw service in World War 2, although my father, to his disappointment, never made it out of Australia. My mother's middle brother, who was in the Merchant Navy, was the only immediate family member to lose his life, drowning in Argentina after the war had ended. His ship was picking up a load of supplies to take to Poland to help rebuild when he fell overboard.
While none of my immediate ancestors were killed at Gallipoli, their war service had a profound effect on their entire generation, and I will be thinking of them all as I attend services tomorrow.
|A carpet of handmade poppies at Federation Square in Melbourne|