My ANZAC Day 2014 story
My eldest daughter is recently returned from a school trip to Canberra and still brimming with some good ol' national pride. She visited the AWM as part of this trip and I tasked her with placing a poppy on the wall for her 3rd cousin, Flt Sgt Beresford Milton Troy Davis, KIA over Holland whilst in command of a 460 Sqn RAAF Lancaster AR-J on the night of 23/24th May, 1943. I'm proud to say she successfully completed this task . I visited Beresford's grave in Holland three years ago.
http://www.awm.gov.au/people/rolls/R1702347/So, last night my eldest daughter badgered me about going to the Dawn service at the Shrine. I said if she gets up in time, we'll go. Credit to her, she set her alarm and got me up "0 dark hundred hours" and off we went with my middle girl also in tow. Walking to the Shrine this morning (pretty chilly), we came across another father taking his two little kids as well. Introductions made, he asked me whether I had any family who served. Yes I said, one grandfather in the army (driving trucks across Australia during the war - died shortly after from bowel cancer), great uncle in the army, 2nd cousin in the RAAF - crew chief on Hueys in Vietnam, step cousin in the army (SAS), one great uncle in the RAAF in Bomber Command, senior navigator/master bomber in the Pathfinders (Lancasters) and the above mentioned 2nd cousin also in Bomber Command and I tell him Beresford's story. Beresford's Lancaster was shot down by Hpt. August Geiger of NJG 1 flying a Bf-110G4. August a night figher "Experten", was shot down a few months later and drowned in his parachute in the Zuider Zee. On my trip to Holland to visit Beresford's grave, I visited a local museum which had some parts of August's Bf-110 which had been recovered from the Zuider Zee.
Franz then tells me his family story. His father served in the German Army and he was captured by the Russians soon after the invasion of USSR. His father amazingly survived captivity (most didn't as we know) and in the late 60's emigrated to Australia. My father was a 10 Pound Pom who emigrated here in the early 50's. My father was too young to serve during WW2 and did his national service in the RAF as a Inst fitter on Avro Yorks just after the war - was involved during the Berlin Airlift.
It was quite surreal to have this conversation before 0600 this morning with a man I met in the street, whose father had come from "the other side" and here we both were at the Dawn service with our kids to honour the service to our nation of those in the armed forces and the sacrifice of those fallen in war and just doing our thing to pass on this message to our kids. After the service, 6 hot air balloons launched nearby and flew over the Shrine - spectacular to see.
Lest we forget. RIP all who have fallen in war.
Adam