For many decades Australian men and women have helped our country and its allies fight enemies on our doorstep and abroad. It’s part of our history, steeped in tradition and sacrifice.

Anzac Day, to some, is just another holiday – a chance to flood the body with booze and gamble on a coin toss; the origins of which are lost on many. And that’s fine, that is their choice. Our grandfathers fought and died so we could enjoy those freedoms.

But to me, and an increasing number of young Aussies, Anzac Day represents something else altogether.

As a youngster, I had little interest in the military and Anzac Day represented just war and soldiers to me. I knew it was important, but didn’t really know why. However, later in life, after a serendipitous encounter with an Australian Army Reserve recruiting officer, my perspective changed.

My service is nothing special, but I’ve learnt much in the short, 10 or so years I’ve been involved. I’ve never been to war, but I’ve travelled to places I’d only dreamed of, met some great mates and had some great times.

During those trips, we represented not only the flag on our shoulder but the traditions established by many of those who served before us in far-away lands, including on the beaches of Gallipoli.

I had heard about the sense of respect our uniform evoked, but it wasn’t until I saw it for myself that I truly appreciated what that respect meant. I grew to understand how it had been built proudly over generations of service, and slowly, I gained a better idea of what our continued service, no matter how small or great, means in the wider context and how lucky I am to be part of it.

So that is why each year on Anzac Day you will find me listening by the cenotaph as the service address is read. I’m not there as having lost mates in battle and I’m fortunate my body has no wounds from conflict. My mind is also free from the terrors of war that plague many current and former service personnel. I stand there, listen and remember the sacrifices made by our forces because I believe it’s important to remember their legacy.

I never planned on joining the reserves, it just happened, but I’m glad I did. When I finally do hang up the boots, I can thank the service for my new perspective.