My grandfather fought in WW1. My uncles fought in WW2. My father was at University during WW2 in Shanghai during the Japanese invasion until he and my aunt escaped. My mother was a child in Liverpool when WW2 broke out and was evacuated to Wales during the “phony war.” She returned to the city when the Germans bombed the city. My grandfather refused to run and hide in the shelter in the garden or the underground and would sit in the living room while the bombs dropped. The Germans always missed his house.
Today we remember those who fought for our freedom.