I wanted to record that today, 8th May 2025, is the 80th anniversary of VE Day, the day World War II ended in Europe. It ended with Germany's unconditional surrender (though war continued in the Pacific, which had to wait until September for the surrender of Japan, in the meantime suffering the horror of two nuclear bombings in Japan.)
I watched on TV the commemorative parade through London on Monday, culminating in an RAF flypast that included the Red Arrows display team. I have never seen them live, though I would love to. They are based at RAF Waddington in Lincolnshire, a stone's throw from where my sister lives, so she's used to seeing them coming and going, though I don't suppose they normally billow red, white and blue smoke! (Pictures from my TV so terrible quality, sorry.) On Monday they were flying in a rare formation with four F-35B Lightning jets (so I understand!)
Military bands, wartime songs, lots of flags and horses, 1300 marching service personnel including - poignantly - a few soldiers from Ukraine, Timothy Spall doing his best impression of Sir Winston Churchill, King Charles taking the salute, and he and his close family chatting animatedly with some of the veterans who were there (and later, hosting a tea party for them in Buckingham Palace). It was relatively understated as these events go but, as always, of high quality and conducted with absolute precision; yet it had a warmth and lack of arrogance to it, unlike the military parades you see in some other countries.


I was surprisingly touched by the stories of those veterans still living, now getting on for 100 years old. Maybe it is the current political turmoil across the world, the ever increasing hostility of certain countries towards others, the normalising of dictatorships. 'Normal life' suddenly feels fragile again and one feels that a slide into a widespread war could too easily happen again. It made me realise too how little I actually know about WWII, beyond stories of the London Blitz, evacuees. the D-Day landings and suchlike. I was born in 1952, just seven years after it ended. We were not taught about WWII at school (though we studied WWI) so I don't know much about how it all unfolded. I suppose people, my family included, were just glad it was over and didn't really want to think about it any more. My own parents were just too young to have been directly involved (dad was 19 and mum 17 by VE Day) though my father had to do National Service after the war and my mother, a telephonist, was sent to work for short periods in busy telephone exchanges in London towards the end of the war. My grandfathers were both too old and worked in protected occupations, thankfully spared conscription. Rationing continued for some time after so I had my own ration book, which I still have somewhere, though I can't find it! (I was going to include a photo of it.) I've no family photos taken in wartime, as far as I'm aware, at least none that have any reference to the war or conditions at the time. So I drew a blank when it came to personal mementoes.