In the second world war, my Grandpa's younger brother was imprisoned on the infamous Burma railway, and my Grandpa's eldest child, his son, was killed in New Guinea.
Even though those events are now so long ago, for me they seem much closer. I was very close to my Grandfather and miss him a lot. He died in 1998 - 2 weeks short of his 102nd birthday. I would have loved it if he could have met my kids (mind you I don't think he would have relished living to 108!!)
They shall grow not old, as we that are left grow old:It is amazing what you can find on the web. I found this article mentioning my Grandpa, and this video of him talking about his memory of his first days at Gallipoli.
Age shall not weary them, nor the years condemn
At the going down of the sun and in the morning
We will remember them.
Lest We Forget.