In 2014 we attended the dawn service at the Australian National Memorial at Villers-Bretonneux in France. The ceremony, 100 years after the start of the First World War, was incredibly moving. Scudding showers and a biting wind were forgotten as first light dawned and the final notes of the Last Post faded away. Appropriately, it’s something we’ll never forget.

Recently we returned to the battlefields of the Western Front, this time with our son Tom who’s a member of the Australian Army Reserve. On this trip we had with us information about the battles in which Greg and my grandfathers (Tom’s great-grandfather) had fought. Of course we carried our memories of them, too, both much older men when Greg and I knew them; no longer the boys – two among so many – who left their homes to become soldiers of the Great War.