As ANZAC day approaches tomorrow I went through my grandfather’s WW2 memorabilia. This is a message Lt. Norman Martin Peterson sent my grandmother on 10 May 1941. Puts our petty modern day quibbles into perspective. He survived 6 years of battle on the front lines as a medic – from Crete to Tobruk to the Pacific Islands. He never got hit by bullets but no doubt remained scarred inside for a long time after. I was always amazed at him. I do not know what brave is. Lest we forget.