All three of my Grandfather's sisters met and married American Servicemen during WWII, returning to the US after the war to live.
My American relatives regularly visited the UK and, in 1982, I was lucky enough to visit my mother's Uncle Herbie, Aunt Marie and Cousin Pam who lived in Fort Myers, Florida. Needless to say that our whole family had the holiday of a lifetime in a place that, to an ordinary working class English kid, seemed like paradise. When I close my eyes, I can still feel the hot, white sands of Sannibel Island beneath my feet and can still see Cousin Pam, at that time in her twenties, in her bikini!
My mother's Uncle Herbie, Herbert Warvell, was born and raised in Chicago at the time of the St Valentine's day massacre. He was a gentle, loving, God-fearing man; being an ex-baseball talent scout, he doted on my brother and I, both of us mad on sport at that time.
I believe he would have been shocked, upset and outraged at the corrupt criminal class, the cancer that has gradually eaten away the US government, in turn making the Country that he fought for the most hated (alongside Israel and, due to our links with the US, my own country) country on Earth.
God loving men and women of the USA - when will you overturn this corrupt Government of yours and return your country to the People?
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