Soldiers can be kind too. My father fought in the last months of WW2. He was fighting in the push into Germany in Jan/Feb 1945. He was in a battle in Belgium, a village in Belgium. The people who lived in the village had run away into the hills to hide whilst the battle was fought. He was in a large house on one side of the valley with his unit, the Germans were in another large building across the valley. His unit came across two children, a boy and a girl aged about five and six. The soldiers took these children into the house for safety. They cared for them for the five or six days of the battle. Dad told me that they heated water and washed them, they fed them, and they made up little beds for them at night. When the battle was over the people returned to the village. The grandmother ran towards her grandchildren, flapping her large white apron, and waving her arms. She couldn’t thank the British soldiers enough for the lives of her grandchildren. My Dad was 19 years old.
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Good Morning Friday 8th May 2026
