For my Dad

Like so many here on this site we find so many of our family members have been to places where we the civie's can never go.
They live quiet and an unassuming life like my dad and I berate myself for never asking questions but in thinking back it was probably not a thing he would talk about.
Dad lost one of his brothers on the docks in England during a German raid his brother and his friend were going to the air raid shelter when a bomb landed on them.
They found his friend but of my dad's brother there was nothing left literally he and his clothes were vaporised by the explosion.

Dad went over seas to N.G and some islands, only once did he say to my brother inlaw (Who recently passed) a Vietnam Vet, "That the japs bombed the airfield and it was not very nice'.
My father came here in 1929 by himself from England at the age of 16 y/o to be with his elder brother in our goldfields, he never got back to visit his home again.
He joined the RAAF in 1941 qualified as an engine fitter and discharged in Nov 1945 as an LAC Engine fitter.
He was TPI from the service never went to the marches nor wore his medals all he ever wore at the pensioners meetings was his TPI badge.
So to my dad I did it for you and what you did for all of us the whole lot of you that went away from all corners of the globe.
Rest assured your medals and the new issues will sit proud on me next ANZAC Day you passed in 1985 and I still miss you.