The very first broadcast of “White Christmas” was on 25th December 1941, three days before I was born. I don’t remember the broadcast nor the day II was born.

I can though remember my 3rd Birthday, apple pie and the present of a toy aeroplane, which my brother told me  was a four-engined bomber.

I watched yesterday The Glenn Miller Story which I last saw, in the Sutton Grand Cinema  shortly afterits 1954 release.

Miller died in a plane crash on 15th December 1944, 13 days before my first remembered birthday.

His music and Crosby’s leave indelible memories on scores of millions of my surviving contemporaries.

The Japanese bombed Pearl Harbour on Sunday 7th December 1941 sending thousands from thereto Eternity. Hitler’s troops were at the western suburban bus-stops of Moscow. And an-ill advised uncle of mine was serving in the huge British garrison in Singapore.

Three years later the Battle of the Bulge was being fought in France and the Soviets who had held Moscow and Stalingrad and liberated much of Eastern Europe were well on the way to crushing the Nazi menace.

Most of Ireland was saved this carnage, and all of it was saved from conscription

This was not by Chance. When Britain, at the League of Nations. refused to apply effective sanctions to their Japanese allies for their seizure of Manchuria, nor to their fascist protege for the Rape of Abyssinia, Ireland’s Eamon de Valera, insisted in vain that all members of the League honour its Charter.

He was willing to commit Irish Defence Force troops to a League force to defend Abyssinia. When Jews in Germany were stripped of their rights as citizen by the Nuremburg Decrees, De Valera publicly denounced the Nazi regulations to the horror of some blueshirts. Guided by de Valera, Irish voters established a Constitution enshrining freedom of religion, and freedom from religion, and access to all public office, irrespective of creed or gender.

Those who think I paint a false picture of De Valera’s Ireland might  access the amateur colour film”Howth Regatta and Lambay Races 1942.”  

I was about 8 months old when it was made. My neighbours and I enjoyed a charmed life compared with hundreds of millions of our species.

My Uncle Leo, who had been evacuated from Singapore was last seen swimming towards Java after his ship  was sunk by Japanese bombers.

Revisionist presstitutes might put that in their pipes and smoke it.




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