Just after I was married, an ex serviceman friend of my stepsons landed at my front door suffering from PTSD. I was only 29, and hadn't a clue what was going on. He got drunk so that night that he sh#t himself on my floor. I later heard he had gone off the rails and was in trouble. This was 1983 and the doctors had no clue how to treat the veterans. What chance did they stand back in 1918.
Now as a pensioner I'm watching the clock being turned back. Kids in poverty, 1.5 million people destitute at one time. The NHS being dismantled while lying bastards deny it. The old man said part proudly 'Nobody starves in Britain now.' Now we have queues at the food banks. In todays world if you drop down dead you're one less mouth to feed. My wife summed it up. 'If all those young men came back from the grave, they would take one look at what we have done to Britain, and run back to the grave again as quickly as possible.'