It helps if you can fly, squirt spider web from your wrists or have super strength to save all those damsels in distress before you fall in love with them.

But until one of these so-called heroes saves me from a burning building I think it takes much more than that to pass the test.

I attended the Picton Remembrance Day Service on Sunday and was surrounded by people who I would call true heroes.

They are the men and women who ventured into unknown territory to fight for the future generations of this country.

I have two grandparents who were soldiers in WWII.

Pop Fenech fought as part of the Maltese army in Egypt where he met my nan and Pop Shelton fought for Australia in the jungles of Borneo.

I can't imagine how scared they must have been fighting in a place where so many had died before them.

I might be biased but I'd say they are the bravest fellas I know.

I've made a promise to both of them that I will never forget what they did for me all those years ago.

It was great to see so many people at Picton Memorial Park on Sunday to remember the heroes who fought for our country and those who paid the ultimate sacrifice.

Since studying modern history at high school I have always believed that WWII should never have happened.

We should have learnt our lesson after WWI.

Eight million soldiers and sailors died by 1918 with more than 5000 being killed each day of the war.

But by 1939 they were at it again, sending our sons, brothers and fathers back into battle.

Days like Remembrance Day help us to remember the darkest times in our history so we can make sure they never happen again.

Because one day there will be no veterans left to tell us their stories and keep the memory alive.

And all we will have is the Last Post to remind us of the heroes who fought to keep this country `young and free.'

I am proud of them all.

That's why I go to the Remembrance Day Service every year because I made my two favourite heroes a promise, and I intend to keep it.