My father was peaceable at heart – personally, that is. He was too short-sighted to be a soldier, so was put into the RAMC in the ranks and rose to become a RSM. He took it as a matter of some gladness, that he never had to fire a shot in anger, as he put it. He never killed and he was very relieved – yet he respected those who did, of course. From his point of view, he went through the same dangers as everyone else, but he wasn’t armed. More scary or easy way out – there isn’t a quarrel. Everyone pulled together.
And now we have German friends – and Japanese ones too – and thank goodness we do. So much suffering, so much death and injury. We hold on to hope, even if that’s a foolish hope. We’d rather be fools than hang on to our grievances, most of us. If we’re wrong, so be it. Hope lost, all lost.