Let me say at the outset that this post is not intended to be either political or controversial but is borne out of something that I have been thinking about and have discussed with friends and colleagues.
I think every generation has a tumultuous event to contend with that will stay with them for years. I can only shape this in terms of my experiences, my parents experiences, my Grandparents experiences and my children’s experiences. My paternal Grandfather survived Ypres whilst my maternal Grandfather was an officer in India, China and an artillery gunner in Gravesend who shot down one of the first Zeppelins over the UK. Both of them in their advancing years reminisced about the First World War to some extent fondly if that is the right word. As they neared their final days both of them had recurring hallucinations that dispelled the fondness which must surely have been a front.
My mum and dad born in 1931 and 1929 respectively were both too young to be active in the war but have vivid experiences. Birmingham was a target for nightly bombing raids and they clearly recall the air raid shelters.Mum was evacuated to a family in Somerset » Continue Reading.






