For the fallen, and the others

I can’t imagine how my family were feeling eighty years ago today - my parents just fifteen and sixteen, faced with a war so soon after the one that had devastated their parents’ generation. I never thought to ask them how they felt, seeing the future they planned being wiped out and replaced with who knows what horrors.
It’s too late to ask now, but today I’ll be thinking of those people still alive who lived through those times. I wonder if any of them are Blippers ?