Firstly Bob please accept my apologies. I also have great respect for those who lost their lives in any conflict since the first World War. I was born at the end of the second World War so as I grew up I heard stories of incessant day and night bombing here in the towns and cities in the UK. My mothers family were originally from Ireland and had moved to England to improve their life, that was in the early 1900's. There were 11 children of that there were seven brothers, six of which were Metropolitan Police in London who were all killed in the Blitz so I never knew them. The only uncle I knew on Mothers side was one of the very few survivors of the sinking of HMS Hood by one of Germany's largest battleships, a thousand or more men were lost at sea that day. My father joined up in 1921 aged just 14 years in the all new Royal Air Force (previously the Royal Flying Corps) and served for 30 years as an aero engineer. He firstly served in peace time in India, Persia (now Iran) and in Iraq. His time during the second World as a Sergeant was across North Africa, Egypt, Libya, Tunisia, Suez and out towards the Arab States as they were called then. He never went to any remembrance as he said to us that he wanted to forget the loss of so many of both his and my mothers families but also so many colleagues. My brother, born before the second World War was at school in the town where we were born, as a youngster had to hide under his school desk on numerous occasions when flying bombs (doodlebugs) flew over the town, one of which missed the school by only a few hundred yards. So although we constantly praise those who saved us from the tyrany of the Nazi's still want to forget a war as close as that. Apologies Bob.