Bomber Command


I guess, being privileged to have a real life, living, breathing war hero in the family (in the shape of an ex.WW2 Lancaster pilot), that my perspective differs slightly from the norm – but it continually frustrates me how little attention we pay to those who fought for us in times still within living memory. Or what contempt we show for the relics which remain from those times. I know however that, whilst I may be in a minority, I’m far from alone.

I work with younger people and it staggers me how little some of them know about events in WW2. I sometimes wish I could sit them down with an ex bomber pilot, or a tail gunner and to make them realise that, quite often at a younger age than their own, these people set out to defeat the Nazis, all too often doing so in the expectation that they may never come home.

I don’t like the country I live in any more. I love the geography. I love the history. But the nation itself is consumed by this sad, anaemic liberalism which means that we seem to pay more attention to the views and rights of people covertly invading us than we do to those who died, or risked their lives to protect Britain and everything which it stood for.

I wish there was something we could do to reverse this trend but, sadly, I think it’s the case that WW2 is slipping from the collective consciousness – and the nation slipping into some sort of existential coma in the process. For those of you still breathing though, you could do worse than spend an hour watching these. The sad thing is, if the playstation generation were forced en masse to watch them and more like them, it would take very little to change the extent to which we remember and respect those involved.