Lest I forget.
Tomorrow, ANZAC Day, is when we remember the Australians who served in all theatres of war since World War 1.
I sit here today with my Dad's five war medals beside me.
They were the only thanks he received for participating in World War 2 in Ceylon and the Middle East.
His personal legacy of service was having to live the second half of his life classified as Totally and Permanently Incapacitated.
I also think of my gentle-natured teenage mate who at age 20 drew the short ballot straw and was sent off to fight in Vietnam. He saw and experienced things there which took away his sense of fun and humour, and sent his mind to a place which never again needed my close friendship.
Additionally, I have enormous gratitude for all the young Aussie men responsible, under appalling conditions, for repelling Japanese invasion forces in WW2 at our front doorstep, on Papua New Guinea's Kokoda Track in spite of inept high level military command and support.
My allegience to Australia does not however preclude me from also giving compassionate thought to the 100,000 Japanese young men who died in the PNG conflict.
They, just like our own front line soldiers, were simply pawns in the ugly game of human conflict.