As some of you may know, it was 100 years on Saturday here in Australia for the Anzacs.
Commemorating those who died before us so we could live is always taken very seriously here in Australia and for good reason.
I’d like to think their humungous sacrifice (probably the biggest one I could think of for any human being) has taught us about the lasting severe devastation war has on generations of families and how really, nothing ever good comes from fighting and killing one another.
My Granduncle was an Air Marshall for the Indian Air Force and this gem brought tears of pride to my eyes when my sister sent it my way late Saturday night.
The honourable Gian Dev Sharma can be seen from 1:56 to 2:16 in this video broadcasted by the Australian War Memorial that has only recently recognised the sacrifices Indian Army personnel made towards the global military causes.
My earliest memory of my granduncle? As a six or seven year old, I slit my knee outside my grandfather’s house on the pebbled driveway and was balling my eyes out at the gross injustice Mother Nature had just hurled my way. My uncle bent down and cleaned my wound while blowing on it considerately the whole way.
“Wow, Mituri” he said. “You are so brave, I have never seen a wound this dire in my life before. Any other normal person would have to get stiches for this one but not a brave grown up girl like you”.
I still have the scar and the precious story to go with it to remind me of him every time I brush my fingers against the irregularity on my knee cap.
Lest we forget.