Today is VE day when europe and germany signed the peace treaty. If you wish take a moment and remember those that laid their lives on the line so we could have freedom.
They would turning over in their graves if they could see what the state of the nation has become to allow thousands of uninvited guests landing on our shores per day and nobody is doing anything to stop it.
A few years ago 45,000 in one year arrived by a boat, if 45,000 Russian or North Korean soldiers arrived, it would be declared a state of emergency, a war.
Fortunately, despite no-one inviting me to live here, no-one resents my presence either, and I wasn’t even a refugee from a cruel regime.
Nice to live in a country which has some common sense and welcomes all who are willing to fit in.
And yes, I have just got back from the ceremony at the monument in the village, the only Englishman there these days, much appreciated that I haven’t missed a single one in 25 years.
There are no winners in war.
We are celebrating Victory in Europe day, we should also spare a thought for the thousands of plain ordinary soldiers from Germany and Russia who lost their lives because a gang of lunatics in Germany wanted world domination. The Nazis should rot in hell.
Many fled to South America to start a new life, there are villages there that resemble communities similar to life in Austria and Germany with the design of the houses in a traditional look.
And spare a thought for those still fighting in the far east, including those who would die between now and August when the real end of the war was announced on VJ day.
Having our 4 1/2 year old grandaughter (& parents) living with us, I found this story from yesterday’s coverage narrated by the lady involved shocking. Particularly being too frightened to ask where the toilet was and later collapsing on the grass in tears and asking a kindly lady to be her mummy. As told last night she said tshe was evacuated aged FOUR & a HALF.
My grandparents had a farm and the Luftwaffe dropped a bomb on their front lawn of the farmhouse, the aircraft was so low they could see the pilot’s face laughing.
Mavis’ recollection has many parallels to my mother’s experience. She carried mental scars her whole life.
the one that got me was the letter read out during the service at westminster. A fathers letter to his 7 yr old son. Expressing how proud he was of him etc and that he would be home soon. only to be told the war was over then oh by the way you have to redeploy to the far east and was unfortunately killed