Just a song for tonight. And a couple of thoughts. When this girl sang this song the handicapped Royal Air Force was fighting for Britain's life against the Luftwaffe, families were getting telegrams "Sorry your son's dead. But it was a heroic sacrifice." A household was eating about 3 or 4 ounces of meat a week (about the amount of one McDonald's Angus burger patty), execrable bread with not much flour in it, and whatever vegetables you could grow in your backyard. Lots of turnips, lots of cabbage, lots of the kind of stuff nobody would eat much of in the old days. Not to mention that many folks quit eating the veggies because bombs fell on their houses at night and blew them into vegetable stew. That was not an Inconvenience, that was one Big Fecking Problem. So when I'm bitchy, I'm going to talk to some really old folks and play this song (and admire Vera Lynn, Mom always told me to marry a girl like her...) and get a little teary and probably feel a lot better. How about you? Ta!
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