I'm not a morning person but one day of the year I get up without too much grumbling and head on to the Dawn Service for ANZAC Day. I've been doing this since I was about 12 or so. As I kid I took my dog with me (for protection) and I'd stand quietly in the shadows and pay my respects. It was something I felt very strongly about. My grandfather served in WWII in the Army and his brother served in the Air Force. My Great Uncle had no children and I have inherited his war service medals, which I consider a great honour. I tuck the small band of ribbon into my pocket and think of them both during the service.
And my first book has an Army sergeant as the hero. I wonder if there's something in that?
It's a nice excuse for another look at the cover
Happy ANZAC Day.