My grandfather fought at, and survived, the battle of Gallipoli. Hence why I chose this important day as my sobriety date, one year ago today, and why my sig line is what it is. I recall way back when I was knee high to a grasshopper that we traveled all the way to the South Island, to Invercargill, where he had the honor to lay the wreath at the Anzac day ceremony. He was a tough old bugger (a complement) but there was a tear in his eye that day.
R.I.P.