I well remember the VE day street party in our little avenue of 12 terraced houses. A huge feeling of relief, a bonfire in the unmetalled road, a piano rolled out, singing and dancing, everyone smiling, flags and bunting from King George VI’s coronation hung from windows. At 5 I thought life would always be like this and that my father and uncles would be home in a week or so!!
Today I’m thinking of how glad they must have been that peace had come at last. My uncle had gone out at 18, To Palestine as mounted cavalry. His early letters said how he found the evening horse lines the best part of his day and talked to his horse as if to a brother or sister.
Soon he and his comrades were in tanks and many died at El Alamein. Today I am not celebrating but commemorating the service and sacrifice of my uncle and countless others. Veterans of WWII are fewer each year. I’ll sit in my front garden and remember them. I shall also having contact with my neighbours.
Whitewavemark2 - when a grandchild, at 10, said war seemed pointless I told her my uncle would have agreed with her.