Three times wounded, 20 months a prisoner of war, so I can speak from experience and give my view of what the war was and why I didn’t think there was such a thing as heroes and cowards. Now if I weighed it all up and I said this. My view of heroes was the millions that lined up outside recruiting offices, that’s my view of heroes. The cowards was those that lay dead in No-Man’s-Land and the prisoners of war, because I was one of them, and they were no further use to that massive war machine, which was nothing more than a machine, and they was no further use to that. Now years and years later, when we got old, my old darling and me went to the Albert Hall on 11th November, British Legion Remembrance Service. Now at the end of that service, the lights was dimmed, the poppies slowly fell down from the roof, the buglers sounded the last post and then a loud clear voice said, ‘At the going down of the sun and in the morning we will remember them’. Now, remember who? I leave you to judge that..