Yep Bobert, it was something we didn't have to live through (at least, I didn't - born 1947), but I remember the aftermath, the deprivations, food rationing, the guys with dreadful injuries, guys who were shell-shocked and living in institutions, the bombed-out buildings (still around in the fifties).

And I heard the stories from the guys who fought and survived - ex-aircrew, sailors on the North-Atlantic convoys who'd spent time in the sea after being torpedoed by a sub, a relative who was a member of the Parachute Regiment, who was taken prisoner at Arnhem, my old boss who fought at Cassino and in the North-African desert campaign. And you know what, the amazing thing is that those stories always contained humour - when things were shit, they found a joke in there somehow. Amazing!

It was a harder time than we can imagine, but the world has to move on. It has, and it will continue to....hopefully.

All the best, and sorry for the thread drift. Reminiscing is a sign of age, they say.....!! :-)