But once a year, on the Sunday closest to Anzac Day, these brave men's names are read out, slowly and with dignity and gratitude, as part of our church service.
For one day a year these names on a board come alive to us, and as we listen to the long recitation we can see them in our minds. Young men with mischievous grins and a sense of adventure and calling, hugging mothers, wives and children as they set off to fight a war half a world away.
Men in their prime of life who would never return to their heartbroken families.
As long as we have breath...