D-Day – And Every Day


In the 1930s and 40s our fathers and grandfathers fought fascism on the streets of London – and then went off to fight it overseas. Most of them didn’t like to talk about it much. They wanted the country to remember and honour their comrades. They wanted a better world.


They would be sick to their stomachs to see what Britain First are doing in their name. They would curse the stupidity and ignorance of anyone who aided the far right by spreading their filth – especially on the back of a tribute to those who fought Hitler.


They would despise the hypocrisy of the heads of state who line up to have their photo taken “honouring the sacrifice of our troops” while dismantling the society they built on their return.


Posted in Nationalism, Politics, Power, Remembrance

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