Remembering the bravery
Boy 1 dressed up as an evacuee today for his school trip as part of the Year 3 topic on World War Two. For a seven-year old boy, WW2 is topic heaven. He’s been drawing gas masks, printing photographs of spitfires and building blanket Anderson shelters at every opportunity.
He’s playing an evacuee in the school Christmas production too. All this has made us both realise how brave the children who were evacuated during the War must have been. Children no older than my own sent off on a journey to some unknown place, some with little brothers in tow, labels on their blazers and gas masks around their necks. It must have been terrifying. And as for the anxious, desperate mothers they left behind, well, I am in awe of their amazing courage, stoicism and fortitude in desperate times.
We are the lucky generation and I am eternally grateful to those who struggled before us to make our times easier.