It’s looking like Bonfire Night is going to be a washout here in the South East of England, which is a big relief to the Wonder Hound. It’s a relief to me too: I was waiting for Tiddlyompompom’s Oh So Helpful Guide and it’s yet to be published. Aside from her utterly brilliant blog name, I am deeply envious of her brilliant Day Zero Project which I have repeatedly thought about before dismissing as an idea because I totally lack the courage! She’s one of those bloggers that never fails to make me smile, although I doubt that is her primary goal in life, so I’m delighted that she wanted to be here today to share her remembering with you:
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My paternal granny was born 100 years ago. When she was my eldest daughter’s age (3) the First World War started. My maternal great grandpa signed up with a load of his mates. From what I understand, he was the only one of them to come back.
Roll on thirty years, and my dad was born during the Battle of Britain. He lived in a town outside Bristol, but can remember seeing the flashes of bombs dropping later in the war. My maternal grandpa was an air raid warden. My step-dad’s dad was a fisherman and went over to Dunkirk for the evacuation.
During my lifetime of *cough* just over 21 years, our country has gone to war several times. I have never seen a bomb drop nor have I cowered in fear in a basement while my home is destroyed. I have watched on the news as our troops have crossed borders, captured tyrants, been shot at. I am extremely fortunate that my only experience of war is what I have seen on tv or been told by my parents and grandparents. I have never had any first hand experience of war.
Even so, every year I buy a poppy. Sometimes I buy three or four. I got one for the car last year too. A child at school asked me why we wear them. So I told him.
Firstly I wear mine to remember the people who have died fighting so that I can be free.
Secondly I wear it so that I can help the Royal British Legion help soldiers who have been injured and the families of those who have died.
I can’t even begin to comprehend the horrors that my great grandpa saw. I have no idea how it feels to wave your partner/child/parent/sibling/best friend off to war, not knowing when or if they’ll come back. But people do just that every day.
I know I am lucky. I hope to god that my children are just as lucky. And I will make sure that they grow up to understand how lucky they are. And whom we need to thank.
We will remember them.
tiddlyompompom says
absolutely, they are incredibly brave people.
also, can I just say, thank you very much for having me here 🙂
Domestic Goddesque says
You are so very welcome Tiddlyompompom: we love being by the seaside too.
msalliance says
Quite. These people go and do the will of our elected politicians, our dirty work. Whether or not we agree with what they’re doing, most of us wouldn’t want to be in their place.
We should always remember that those service people are someone’s child/brother/sister/daddy/mummy.