VE Day and Pope Leo the 14th
Across the villages, towns, cities, sleepy hamlets and babbling brooks of England, the citizens of its noble, upstanding folk will reminisce sadly on the events that shook and then traumatised the whole of the world. Today we celebrate the 80th anniversary of the end of the Second World War, a day heavy with poignancy, sombre reflection and lingering thoughts of tragic loss, death and destruction. In May 1945, we celebrated deep into the night as Victory in Europe Day was officially declared.
Now though 80 years later we lament the passing of those gentlemen and women who sacrificed everything, putting their lives on line and showing enduring dedication to the cause, valour of the highest order and bravery that knew no limit. But there was also a gritty determination to overcome all the odds in the face of adversity, an uplifting stoicism and sheer, no nonsense bravado about us that will never be forgotten.
For some of the soldiers and troops who always believed that victory would be theirs, today means something very special. Suddenly, on this day in 1945, the air raid sirens stopped wailing, tin helmets thrown into the air with enormous relish, army and navy uniform proudly demonstrated to the world and khaki dispensed with for ever. We all went back to the land of rationality, normality and joyous communication with each other, the memories of the previous six years now receding into a misty distance.
No more would the world be subjected to a constant bombardment of destructive bombs, crippling damage to its buildings, shops and homes, the millions of innocent people who spent six years of his life tormented by the Nazis, the murderous barbarians wearing evil swastikas on their disgusting uniforms and those who simply wanted to inflict pain, suffering and purgatory on our shores and the world around us.
But on that final day as peace beckoned and they all gathered around their radio sets to hear Winston Churchill deliver that memorable speech, they too could feel freedom and liberation. It was the day they thought they'd never see but then saw through miraculous eyes. The lights went on at Piccadilly Circus, they did the conga around Trafalgar Square and we danced, sang and partied the night away because they could and they did. Celebrations continued and inhibitions were blown away like a million feathers.
And now 80 years later we stand undaunted, unscathed, tougher and stronger than ever before and enjoying the kind of luxuries and privileges that none thought possible. We are this generation, the grandchildren of those who can be grateful for life, energy and enthusiasm. We are responsible for setting the standards, morals and values of the 21st century, this is our state of independence, our world to embrace, richly savour and then cherish with all our heart and soul.
Finally we have rid ourselves of those oppressive restrictions, the nightmarish rationing of everyday food and drink, the endless blackouts and every night spent in draughty underground Tube stations. The bombs kept dropping but London remained an oasis of calm, imperturbability and utter defiance. London kept playing old family favourites on the pub piano, singing 'We'll Meet Again' for the thousandth time and London knew that someday the frightening apocalypse would one day end.
So we thank our heroic veterans, the now centenarians who battled and struggled, fought to the bitter end and would not be beaten. They are the ones who deservedly won the right to show their medals and kept smiling, joking and laughing because Adolf Hitler had to be crushed into the ground. On the 8th of May 2025 we salute their men and women who went beyond the call of duty, who never gave up or surrendered to the heinous enemy.
Meanwhile in another part of the world yesterday, we welcomed to the stage a man we frequently acknowledge and deeply revere. In the Vatican, Pope Leo 14th was ordained in a puff of white smoke from the Sistine Chapel. Robert Prevost became the first American to hold down such an honourable position and some of the more cynical of conspiracy theorists wondered if a certain Donald Trump might have had some significant influence on this appointment.
Now the chances are that nobody has heard of Robert Prevost since few of our Popes from history ever make a fuss or commotion of who they are. But for those who prefer to read between the lines, an American Pope does sound very much like the work of one man. But then we giggle privately and convince ourselves that this couldn't possibly be true. The fact remains that Robert Prevost is the new Pope and as he stepped out onto the balcony and spoke admirably fluent Italian, we wished the establishment that is the Roman Catholic church well.
In recent years most of us have taken to religion when things looked as though they'd hit rock bottom. Covid 19 lasted for so long and claimed so many lives that most of us asked deep, thought provoking theological questions. It was a hard and challenging world, almost unbearable at times but we rallied together, kept the faith and always knew that the power of prayer would see us through. And so it is that Robert Prevost steps into a world fraught, fractured and horribly divided, a Roman Catholic church that keeps searching for answers but only finds indecipherable puzzles and ever present complications.
But yesterday evening an American gentleman in a richly ornate cassock, took the appropriate vows and promised to offer a better world free from war and conflict, free from constant argument and what might seem permanent disagreement. You remembered a Polish Pope from yesteryear by the name of St John Paul the second who came to London during the 1980s, travelled around the capital in his Pope mobile, kissed the tarmac at Heathrow airport and generally spread the gospel of peace, health and prosperity to one and all.
Today, in a still troubled global population, we must hope that Robert Prevost will perform the same acts of kindness, generosity and love that we have come to expect of Popes throughout the centuries. It might be considered a task that would defeat most of us. But yesterday there was something very reassuring about the presence of a religious leader who thinks nothing of spreading happiness wherever goes. Somehow we know he's going to succeed.