Such is the painful lesson is war, that in life those that lay lead dead on the battlefield could not see the bond in one another and killed each other. Sharing the same womb of the earth in extinction as brothers share the same womb from they took existence. Made to be brothers in death simply because they could not see the brotherhood they shared in life.

Every man who takes the breathe of life, has conflict written for him. A boy makes his conflict about power and the school yard his battlefield he will be a bully, yet mere meters away another man makes war against ignorance and the classroom his front line, he emerges the teacher. It is the great separator of men, not race, nor class but what he fights for and where he stages it.

Funny how this picture taken almost 70 years ago, has as much relevance today as it did back then. This picture was taken in London at a time when the in biggest conflict humankind has faced was taking place. Britain along with its Commonwealth stood alone against Nazi Germany. They had endured many bombing raids on their cities and the war at that point for the most had been losing cause for them. Yet Santa still delivers his presents albeit with a helmet. Christmas and the holidays still went on, the compassion and generosity of the holiday season still went on, people’s ways of life still went on. 2016 has been a rough year for many of us, on a personal level and for the world at large with the looming spectre of extremism,Trump, Environment and the Economy. Yet like the man dressed up as Santa we as humanity must adapt to adversity¬†and demonstrate our way of life is worth carrying on and is something so powerful within us that it cannot be conquered easily through fear and uncertainty.

Photo Credits: ww2 photos colorized.

A Father Christmas wearing a tin helmet, walks along Regent Street, London.
23rd December 1940

(Photo source – ‘Life’ Magazine)

(Colorised by Sanna Dullaway from Sweden)https://www.facebook.com/sannadullaway

The Generation of Broken Promises.

They call our generations the millennials, being the first generation to not grow up under the shadow of the cold war, we were promised a better world than our parents. The better world never came about, instead of we live in under the darkness of Global Terrorism. We are the generation that paid a lot more for the opportunity to study hard for jobs that no longer offer a chance for a secure future. Live and labour in the hopes of own houses that are made increasingly unaffordable and unattainable. Paying rent to pay off other generations mortgages, instead of paying our own. Forced to run in a race to the bottom, yet contend with be told we have it “easy”. We were the generation that was supposed to have made this world a better place, yet we are the generation that struggles better ourselves. We are the generation that promised so much yet received little, we are the generation of broken promises.