I was only a war baby born in 1941 but one of the few things I can remember was a day watching the loads of planes towing gliders behind them flying over to what I think must have been the D day landings of paratroops. Those men and many many thousands of them were heroes, they were mainly ordinary people.They were not professional soldiers, sailors or airmen, they were civilians who were called up to leave their families behind to fight and serve where ever they were sent.
Bank clerks like my father sent to India in June 1942 not to return home until June 1945 and his brother Ken who gave his life for his country in Bomber Command somewhere over Germany or the Channel.
At home my mother like others left alone managed, I sometimes wonder how when you think of the trivial things or the materially obsessed life people moan about now.
She took in a Land Girl. I was told that she was left handed and as a child evidently I just sat down at table and used the knife and fork whichever way she or mother had laid the table and over my bed there was netting to catch the ceiling should it fall down.
Yes they got through, others didn’t and when I see programmes like we have seen this weekend celebrating VE day Anniversary I am so proud of them.