My prob with the whole kulture game is it assumes there are shared resonances which elicit a unified response. Now I can get quite lachrymose thinking about downtrodden Saxons or Tommys (like my grandad) going over the top in the trenches but my connection with both are wholly outside my lifetime. The chin wobbling sentiments are all mine, a human response to a human narrative but the connections are distant and tentative.
If I thought about it s'more I could get equally tearful about some poor Frenchie skewered in the mud by a rain of arrows at Agincourt or a kraut dragged from his Bavarian homestead to bleed away in Flanders mud. For many of us the chances of a line reaching back to Normandy is as likely as one to Saxony.

If folk is about the universal shit people have to take it'll ring good honest bells. If it's uz n' them nationalistic twaddle, me hearties can keep it.