I often think how hard it must have been for my Nana, and thousands of others, to be left to bring up children alone. War and it's aftermath is unimaginable horror to me. And it makes me angry, because we don't learn, do we? War is still happening. It also makes me very thankful and grateful to my Grandad, and to every serviceman, past and present, who work tirelessly to preserve my freedom, which I cherish beyond measure.