When war broke out, the Great War, the war to end all wars. World War I. My Great Grandfather and his brother, like all patriotic sons of the new Australia, followed two more of their brothers to sign up for the fight. They were shipped off to Egypt to train and then put on some more ships and that was to take them to a destination shrouded in secrecy. The boys were about to step into history books as made up the initial landing party for one of the most defining moments in Australian history, the battle of Gallipoli. My great-grandfather was wounded in that landing with a gunshot to the leg. Which is actually rather fortunate for me, because while he recovered in a London hospital, he met a lovely field army girl who he later married and brought back to Australia.
But the war decimated our family. All of the Keid boys joined up to fight. Of the 6 brothers, only 2 returned. One of them my great-grandfather who bore the scars of war for the rest of his life, to both his body and his soul. I can only imagine the pain my great-great grandmother must have endured after losing 4 of her sons.
So to honour Anzac day – I am going to give away a signed copy of DEATH’S SWEET EMBRACE.
What does Anzac day mean to you? Is it just a holiday or is there a more significant meaning for you?
Winner will be announced on Wednesday 27th April.