75th Anniversary of VE Day

The horrors of WW2. I can’t even imagine it. 

Ordinary people with extraordinary guts and determination fought to preserve this country’s freedoms back then; we owe them a debt of gratitude that can never be repaid. 

My Dad was one of them.

Can you imagine the state we’d be in if war was declared now? 18-year-old lads back then were lining up, volunteering to fight, knowing they would quite possibly have to give their lives for their country. Women at home, who’d never worked before, were "Keeping the homes fires burning", driving trucks and joining the Land Army. These days the average 18-year-old needs a week in bed to recover if they break a nail or if someone unfriends them on Facebook… and don’t even mention our limp politicians – you’ll find more backbone in a damp dishcloth.

Just look at the way they’re handling the current situation; the people who’re telling us how to run (or maybe that should be ‘ruin’!) our lives, while Covid does its thing, aren’t fit to run a bath.

Everyone’s waiting with bated breath to see what Boris has to say for himself on Sunday – will we be allowed out, will we still be under house arrest, will schools open, will I be able to get my bloody hair cut? Who knows...? I swear Boris and his mates are working it out on the back of a fag packet.

People (sheeple?) are actually brainless enough to want this pantomime to continue! Just to prove how gullible and easily led they are, there was a hashtag #KeepTheLockdown trending on Twitter yesterday. What the hell’s the matter with them? Mind you, if we keep giving them 80% of their wages to stay at home, it’s hardly surprising they’re keen on keeping the lockdown. If we stopped paying them and the weather turned a bit chilly, they’d be back to work like a rat up a drain.

I shall be observing the two-minute silence for VE day this morning, for those people who fought at home and abroad and to whom we should be eternally grateful. They really were heroes. 

If they could see the state of this country right now, they’d probably wonder why the hell they bothered.

The true soldier fights not because he hates what is in front of him, but because he loves what is behind him

- G K Chesterton