We have several of these in our family but the most poignant date of all is August 8th.

On August 8th in WWII, New Zealanders made an assault on Chunak Bair. My grandfather-in-law was in that assault and although injured, survived.

On August 8th at the end of the 50's my husband's brother was born and died a few minutes later.

In 1989 I gave birth to my eldest son on August 8th. He is named firstly for his great grandfather, and secondly for his uncle.