This is the story of a 93-year-old man and and an 11-month-old boy.
Each occupy a bookend of life; together they paint a picture of the futility of war.
My grandfather Jack Dihm was a decorated war hero – a veteran of Libya, Egypt, Greece, Crete, and the Pacific. On Anzac Day he would march, chest proudly pinned with medals of valour.
What he witnessed could not be put into words.
At times, a glass of wine would bring a tiny tear to the corner of his ...