Around this time in recent years, I’ve looked back to wartime Britain, both WW1 and WW2.
The sheer desperation and falsehoods the UK people were fed, were unimaginable to us all today.
WW1 saw desperate men, poor and struggling to get by, promised a world in which they would have a belonging, a future, almost hero status once they returned.
Instead they had six weeks training and were then thrown into horrendous conditions, that most today, simply would fall apart under.
WW2 had similar conditions, but on a far worse scale, for it was never ending for almost five years, both at home and abroad.
Upon the troops return, their whole way of life had changed.
Places, people, their home, their lives, all gone from what they knew before.
Now just imagine for one moment, what today’s world would do if faced with a wartime scenario for the next five years?
We cannot even get by without a phone signal!
Weather warnings on people’s phones for a bit of wind.
Control of the public on a scale none of us has experienced before.
God help us if there’s a power cut for ten minutes, it becomes a national disaster.
The list of hardships goes on and on.
I was once told that a wise man learns from the mistakes of others.
Only a fool attempts to learn by their own mistakes.
The evidence for all those who went before us, destined not to grow old, at the command of some suits behind a desk somewhere completely safe, are etched on every war memorial, in every town and city, across the land.
take some time to read their names and learn from their bravery.
Learn from them, as they were real people, with real families and real lives, that once graced the very places you and I now live in.
They would pass people on the street, they would buy and sell things, build futures they never got to see or experience.
They had children they never saw grow up.
They did this so that we would have a future.