I don't wish this to come over as trite, this being a football website and all, but I just wanted to say this...
I have been listening to all the build up to the 70th anniversary of the D-Day landings and am overawed by the modesty, quiet dignity and great humility that is shown by every old soldier despite the enormous bravery that each undoubtedly had and still has. It is a matter of great sadness for me that WW2 veterans are now beyond the age I recall WW1 veterans being when I was a child, and that their numbers are diminishing as the years progress. In an inexplicable way it was always something of a comfort to me as a youth that there seemed to be quiet, thoughtful yet strong former soldiers in nearly every walk of life: teachers, lollypop men, parish councillors, neighbours, churchwardens and congregation, shopkeepers, everywhere. Whilst we must be thankful that subsequent generations have not had to go through another world war of the like of 1914-18 or 1939-45, I cannot help feel that we've somehow lost something of value in the character of our people as a result. Others may understand this or not, but for me it is almost tangible, yet indefinable.
None of us can ever truly understand what these great war veterans had to endure; ordinary men (and women) taken from ordinary life and thrust into a hell from which many would never return. How many of us in our comfortable lives, bickering like children over mundane things like the relative merits of certain footballers, can honestly say that they have the mettle to follow their example? I certainly can't.
I am humbled and eternally grateful to these veterans and their fallen comrades.
I have been listening to all the build up to the 70th anniversary of the D-Day landings and am overawed by the modesty, quiet dignity and great humility that is shown by every old soldier despite the enormous bravery that each undoubtedly had and still has. It is a matter of great sadness for me that WW2 veterans are now beyond the age I recall WW1 veterans being when I was a child, and that their numbers are diminishing as the years progress. In an inexplicable way it was always something of a comfort to me as a youth that there seemed to be quiet, thoughtful yet strong former soldiers in nearly every walk of life: teachers, lollypop men, parish councillors, neighbours, churchwardens and congregation, shopkeepers, everywhere. Whilst we must be thankful that subsequent generations have not had to go through another world war of the like of 1914-18 or 1939-45, I cannot help feel that we've somehow lost something of value in the character of our people as a result. Others may understand this or not, but for me it is almost tangible, yet indefinable.
None of us can ever truly understand what these great war veterans had to endure; ordinary men (and women) taken from ordinary life and thrust into a hell from which many would never return. How many of us in our comfortable lives, bickering like children over mundane things like the relative merits of certain footballers, can honestly say that they have the mettle to follow their example? I certainly can't.
I am humbled and eternally grateful to these veterans and their fallen comrades.
