at the victory celebrations, street parties, that occurred across the nation on the ending of WW2, bunting, flags, streamers, banners of every description, were raised and flowing, no one would have ever thought it strange that they were up - the people were proud, happy, not at the slaughter, more that it was all over, and the families could be together again, a national celebration,
on visiting the Paralympics people carried, waved, and were proud to display our flags, as well as a fair smattering of their own. To use a well worn cliché it made me feel proud to be English, British