One Hundred years ago this Saturday, my Grandfather's half brother William Haswell Shelton scrambled ashore at Gallipoli.
Our family has no knowledge of him making it through the first ANZAC day.
Will was 21, the eldest son of a pioneering family struggling to carve out a farm from softwood vine scrub at Merlwood near Murgon on Queensland's South Burnett.
Apart from church, one of the great social past-times in the Shelton's district was shooting and Will was proud member of the Merlwood rifle club. He was a crack shot.
In the early years of Merlwood, family folklore has it that they shot cockatoos to supplement their meagre food supplies but the meat was too tough.
A brilliant horseman as well, Will was well prepared for war and enlisted in the Australian Light Horse.
His horsemanship was not required at Gallipoli and it is not known if his marksmanship was.
My Great Grandfather, Henry William Shelton, like so many fathers and mothers around our fledgling nation, was devastated by his family's loss.
Before he left south east Queensland for Turkey, Will planted a Moreton Bay fig tree in the house yard.
As kids, we used to climb it on our many visits to the farm.
I now live in Canberra and on ANZAC day I like to visit the Australian War Memorial.
On the wall of honour a reminder of Merlwood is cast in bronze.