My step-father, who died in 1998, wondered what he and his fellow soldiers had fought for in the last war. Not, he thought, for what Britain had become.
Reading the verse from Maccabees at the bottom of the memorial tablet (in East Knoyle Church, Wiltshire) above, the calamities of their people and sanctuary, brought about by their descendants, have made a mockery of their sacrifice.
The betrayal fills me with shame.
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