I think I've read that LT's "Billy Brown" campaign backfired, somewhat: people -- as per your abovementioned "parody" -- came to detest the bumptious, officious little twerp.London Transport had a cartoon of a fellow called Billy Brown of London Town who gave helpful advice. The poem accompanying one cartoon about a chap who is pulling holes in the blast netting ended: ‘I trust you’ll pardon my correction/That stuff is there for your protection.’ It was common for people to add: ‘I thank you for your information/But I can’t see the bloody station.’
[The following, posted about 1030 on Wed. June 5th]: It seems that I missed your above post, as of its appearing on Monday -- sorry ! Wasn't suggesting any prejudice on your part, against the nation concerned, and its people; just that I find it cheering to hear of -- and sometimes to fantasise about -- the occasional instances of kindness and compassion, which do occur between folk on opposing sides in even the most cruel and hideous of armed conflicts. Poland had, for sure, an utterly hellish time in World War II: the way the Poles very largely felt -- as you describe -- about the "neighbours" concerned, is highly understandable.Oh, I'm no anti-Polish, not at all. Wonderful fighters in WW2.
Just there was (an understandable) hatred for things German after the murderous invasion of 1/9/39 and general occupation afterwards. From what I've read, in Fighter Command in particular, while the Brits saw shooting down Luftwaffe planes as a kind of job that had to be done, the Poles just wanted to "kill Germans".
I've always had a, perhaps a bit sentimental, strong liking for Poland and its people -- while being aware of their flaws. This in part -- and accounting in part, for my having made many visits to the country -- to do with its having been the last country in Europe to use steam on its State rail system, in regular everyday service ...
Re Poland / WW2: have lately been reading a "novelised" rendering of true events: concerning the heroic Dr. Janusz Korczak, who ran an orphanage in Warsaw for Jewish children, and when his charges were apprehended and taken off to be put to death, insisted on accompanying them and dying with them, although he might have had a good chance of saving his own life. Excellently written and highly readable; but I found its portrayal of how things were in Poland in the years 1939 -- 42 (the latter, the year of the guy's death) so harrowing, that I broke off two-thirds through the book, leaving the rest unread -- feeling that the temptation to top myself, should probably not be encouraged.
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