Hi guys, I am so hanging out for Anzac day this year. Through family history, I have discovered that my great grandfather died in France in World War1. Nobody ever told me that. As a little girl ( a long time ago) I used to hear the Anzac stories, and cry ( little sook). I never had anyone to remember. Could never understand why it meant so much. Now it all becomes clear. I will be at the march ( it's about time someone was). Bought a badge today, like I always do, but means so much more to me now. He lived in South Melbourne and left behind a widow with 5 children. She died a few years later from the spanish flu epidemic, leaving 5 little orphans. Which is why we never knew. I bet there are so many stories like that. Would love to hear them. I am sure other people would too. We all need to remember, so often the human element gets forgotten , the ones left behind. wendy ( getting sentimental in Kyabram)