I COULDn't finish reading Nellie Marsh's letter in The Bugle (May 22 edition) entitled My dad lied about his age to join the army and escape cruel stepfather.
Tears were streaming down my face and are again now while I write to you. How on earth do we repay all the wonderful young men who laid down their lives for their country?
I was born at the start of the war and I witnessed first hand some of the outstanding selfless acts of that wonderful generation. It wasn't the politicians and ruling classes that made Britain, Great Britain, it was the moral fibre of the ordinary working man and woman. Men like Nellie's father, who had a dire life, but instead of bemoaning the fact and blaming everybody else, they got up and did something about it, only to suffer such unmitigated consequences.
Every year we go to the cenotaph to pay our respects and every year there's an old man, now in a wheelchair and very frail, who is still moved to tears when he talks of his fallen colleagues, all heroes, every one of them.
How I wish we could make today's generation travel back in time to those war years to witness what their ancestors went through to secure peace for us all.
Then there was John Workman's wonderful article on the front page of The Bugle (May 15 edition) about stonemason Mark Brady who is going to restore all 544 VC graves. It renews your faith in your fellow man. Mark, I salute you.
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