I think of my dad...
I think of the Vietnam conflict...
I was due to go into the ballot when Labor came into power and abolished conscription.
I doubt I have ever been more thankful of any event. Whilst I don't think I am a coward, the prospect of going to war frightened me to the core. Even if I were fortunate enough to survive, the living hell it put my dad through and the life long agony he suffered, are something I am eternally grateful I did not have to endure.
A fractured, broken life. So many shortcomings as a result. Screaming nightmares and drunkeness and unexplained violent eruptions. A legacy for the freedom I now enjoy.
I did not understand as a little kid. I missed having a 'real dad'. Now I am old enough to understand, I just miss the dad I had.
On this day of remembrance I can sincerely say, I am proud of you dad. I miss you. I forgive you. I love you!
Lest we forget.
Your son.