My father marches in the ANZAC Day parade every year, because he served in Vietnam as a young man. I am very proud of him for what he went through, for staying strong after what he had to see and do, and for being the man that he is today. To watch him marching fills me with a sense of pride and I am glad to be able to share this with him.
I love my Dad so much and I hate that he had to go to Vietnam. But I know that the person that there were positive things that came from his time there and has partially moulded him into the person he is today. That person is part of who I am, and I am proud of that.
So many men and women were affected by the awful things that have happened in the past: the Vietnam War, World War I and II. It is sad each year to see the number of survivors dwindling...but ANZAC Day lets us remember them and be thankful for what they achieved for us.
Thanks Dad, for teaching me about these things, for helping to mould me into the person I am and making me become someone who understands about the past. Thanks for being my Dad - I love you xoxoxo
