In 1986 Mr Dickey, a former rail worker who now lives at Edgeworth, found a brooch.

He was about to shut the gate at one of the old Honeysuckle rail workshops, when the brooch glinted in the dust and caught his eye.

He picked it up, brushed it off and turned it over in his hand. He fed its chain through his fingers.

The brooch housed a portrait of a man in uniform. A soldier. Its other half housed a picture of the same man in civilian clothes.

Mr Dickey asked around but couldn’t find an owner. He’s had it ever since.

‘‘I’m getting old, and I think it would mean a great deal to the owner to get it back,’’ he told us.

Sometimes he takes out the brooch and just holds it. He wonders about the man in the photos.

‘‘I think of this man every Anzac Day that comes around,’’ Mr Dickey said. ‘‘I think of him as my unknown soldier.’’

Mr Dickey found the brooch 26 years ago, and the owner may have already been very old. There’s a strong chance they’ve died.

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