I have very mixed up feelings reflecting on the history of WW2 and some of the irony of current situations.
I had an uncle that suffered through torture after being captured, he also never spoke about it, it was my aunty that would tell us of his torment, and flashbacks etc. Despite this, he was a very warm and loving, and extremely funny man that I dearly miss. In his later years he developed alcohol problems, and visible mood swings.
Last year, and part of this year, we did a lot of work in an old people’s home in a leafy part of London. It was mainly extending the building both upwards, and outwards of the rear.
I got to know some of the residents, including two WW2 vets. I had chats with them sometimes at lunch breaks, they openly spoke about the war, the horror and reality of it, and the comradery and more cheerful things that happened.
I asked them both, if you knew then, what you know now, would you still have proudly fought?
Arthur said, yes of course I would, I’d fight for Queen and country and freedom any time I’m asked, and proudly explained what his extensive medals were presented for, bless him.
Percy, although a very proud and gallant man, with an even more impressive collection of medals, had a different perspective on things.
He said, when he thinks of what many gave and sacrificed, and endured, including himself, and has since slowly but surely watched our governments past and present, ruin and change our country, culture and heritage beyond recognition. He said there is no way he would do the same now. The country he fought for, is not the one we live in now.
I actually found it very sad, that although the home is in a nice part of London, and the residents seem well care for and comfortable, it’s not how you’d want an old soldier to live out their twilight years? Circumstance I guess, sad though.