2014 is the anniversary of some dreadful battles for liberation across Europe; 1944 was a year when the tide began to turn and the forces of good began to overcome the forces of darkness and evil.
My father was a paratrooper during the war; he gave seven years of his life to serve his country, and fight for the freedom of all people whatever their race, colour or religion… he was very conscious of that. He was conscripted when he was just nineteen, and was not demobbed until 1946. He did not fight in the Netherlands, but in many other theatres of war including Monte Cassino, North Africa, France and Greece. When we visited the Oorlogsmuseum at Overloon, I found it very disturbing, because although my father did not fight across this land, many young men of his age did, and many, many young men died.The museum is wonderful, fascinating, and really tells the story of the war in the Netherlands and in other areas, including the Far East. Visit it if you can, and if you go in the bomber simulator think of the young men who would have really experienced what you are.