One project close to my heart is the search for a bugler who we are hoping can play my great-great uncle Fred's bugle on Anzac Day.
It's the same bugle he played at Anzac Cove in 1915 and around Europe during the war.
The story appeared in yesterday's Rotorua Daily Post.
Uncle Fred and his brother Charlie were professional soldiers and departed New Zealand with the Main Body of the New Zealand Expeditionary Force in October 1914.
Carved into the bugle are the places Fred served throughout the war, places whose names are now part of New Zealand's history of conflict - Egypt, Anzac Cove, Bapaume, Coxyde and Ypres.
Right up until his death aged 99, Fred suffered from terrible nightmares about the war. Even at night, when we usually put aside the cares of the day, the horrors of war stayed with him. Every night, for more than six decades.
And now, our Government is sending more of our young men and women to faraway lands. I'm just not entirely sure why.