As last year, a prolonged period of machine gun fire and explosions coming from the green brought a brief moment of untrammelled joy, until I remembered that this is Lytham's 'Wartime Weekend', when those who, I suspect, have never performed any sort of military service dress up in the uniforms of their grandfathers and play square-jawed conquering heroes before a brain-dead gawping crowd (the very people who will cower beneath their beds when the real machine gunning starts), and not the revolution. If those who spend so much time, effort and money attempting to recreate the feats of their forefathers concentrated instead on preserving the legacy our forefathers bequeathed to us we might not be in the mess we are.
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