My childhood was in a sense overwhelmed by WW2. It filled the news. We would have memorials at school if the father of one of the kids died. We all dreamt of getting the Victoria Cross for bravery and courage. We would read stories about the brave pilots in the spitfires. It was a very masculinist kind of world where courage, bravery was the number one virtue and loyalty and a kind of obedience in battle you know was kind of a number one virtue.
