My lovely dad, born in 1917, worked at Woolwich Arsenal before World War II. He tried to enlist in 1939 but was initially denied due to wearing glasses. They finally accepted him in 1940, and he went on to serve in the Royal Signals, with postings in South Africa, Libya, Egypt, and later Italy, eventually ending up in Germany.
He had what he called "a good war," as his unit typically operated about five miles behind the front lines. However, he remembered that the frontline soldiers he met during R&R in theatre often looked haunted with 1000 yard stares. He also candidly told me that it was the best time of his life — even better than getting married and having children ! He said, half-jokingly, that every day felt glorious just to be alive, surrounded by the camaraderie of his colleagues.
He was deeply unsettled when the Berlin Wall came down, as he never wanted to see Germany reunified. The trauma inflicted by the Germans had, in his words, tragically haunted both his own and his parents’ lives.
He wasn’t fond of Churchill either and, like many others after the war, was delighted to vote in a truly socialist government.
My mum worked in the Civil Service and was stationed in Blackpool during the war, helping coordinate troop mobilisations as soldiers passed through the hotels. After the war, as a teenage clerical assistant, she remembered that the ex-servicemen were a real handful — they spent much of their time in the office smoking and reminiscing, while she was treated like a skivvy, running around making tea and waiting on them! Of course, they felt they were due a long rest after fighting for their country.
They really don’t make them like that anymore. My parents left me with a strong grounding in resilience and a deep appreciation for life. And now, as we watch what feels worryingly like the drumbeats of war beginning again in parts of the world, I often think of their sacrifices — and wonder what lessons we’ve truly learned.
At these times I’m reminded of the words of Harry Patch, the last surviving combat soldier of World War I, who said: “War is organized murder, and nothing else.”