New Zealand's public holidays always seem to court controversy: whether it's Easter trading, businesses facing penal rates with time-and-a-half and a day off in lieu, Waitangi Day protests or Monday-isation.
But every year, on April 25, the noise dies down, the country takes a breath and pauses in tribute to those who gave service to their country in time of war.
I was just saying to a colleague the other day it is hard to believe that within the lifetimes of men and women alive today, the horrors of World War II were perpetrated.
Countless horrors have occurred elsewhere since, but this was a major conflict our family members were involved in.
Both of my grandfathers served in World War II. My great-grandfather was at Gallipoli. All, thankfully, came home.