Jo1960 Poor you! nobody should have to put up with that. On the "I fought the war for you..." comment, I will say some deep thoughts today. Yesterday I held back as I did not want to spoil our genuine gratitude and awe at what our parents' generation did.
There were several very pompous men in our village who used to parade on any occasion and had worked their way into the committee of the local British Legion. My Grandfather, who was in the Cavalry and had lost a lung in the trenches in the First WW, refused to be any part of the pomp and circumstance of Remembrance Sunday or any other occasion when the medals all came out. He was awarded the DSO, and often the British Legion begged him to attend their ceremonies. He began to go, as he said, to pray for the "Poor butchered boys who had no choice about what happened to them, whatever side they were on.."
He had seen so much that he did not like the glorification of war.
Then in the Second WW, he said the people he heard doing the boasting usually had had a "good war" in a safe posting somewhere while the brave people who went through hell, especially at the hands of the Japanese Army at the time, did not boast about what happened. Most of them, like him, did not talk about the horrors they had seen. They simply wanted to make sure it never happened again.
I watched the Funeral of Sir Winston Churchill with my Grandfather. The things he told me gave me long pause for thought. When the invasion went to France on D Day, the first wave of our men were almost in the majority expected to die, he told me. He said that the air support could not possibly knock out the guns the enemy had across the front. It was carnage, he said, and Churchill knew it would be.