A couple of years ago I was asked by a work colleague to photograph a DFC that had been awarded to her late father during WW2. I felt very humbled just to be trusted with its handling as I realised that to earn it, he had displayed the sort of courage that I have thankfully never been tested for.
My one and only operational medal means more to me than the LSGC that hangs next to it, as it reminds me of some who came home in coffins every time I see it, and particularly at this time of year.
Some medals are earned more than others and as a retiree, I personally would not want a medal in the Jubilee series alongside those I received while in service, as it would just feel "wrong" to me.
(Regarding my previous post - just in case of misunderstanding - the tongue was firmly in the cheek and I wasn't knocking the Flying badge or its owner!)