October 1940: The skies above England were filled with scores of attacking enemy aircraft. Liverpool was not spared.
“Private Jenkins, what do you see above?”
“Well sir, I see the moon.”
“No you blithering idiot, what else?
“Oh, you mean those nice fluffy clouds that the searchlights are shining at.”
“Fool, we’re at war and supposed to be watching the sky for enemy bombers, which you should immediately report to me!”
“I see… you mean, like the ones I saw pass by 10 minutes ago, but you never asked me anything about them at the time, is that right sir?”
The song ‘Lovers from the sky’ was certainly not about delivering payloads of explosives on innocent people. In October of 1940 another delivery was unseen by Private Jenkins, but no worries, this one came from a much more higher and friendlier source. In Liverpool a relieved Julie Lennon gave birth to a healthy boy, Young John Winston Lennon had descended into this world. He would have been too young to take notice of his wider surroundings of a country geared up for war, and the militant nature of British society, despite maintaining a brave face, and carefree attitude in defiance of the odds.
Following the end of the war, soldiers were happy to get back into more normal activities. But close to 7 years living under military rule had left its mark on an older generation who would steer society through a new era of potential peace.
That unusual British brand of causal defiance bordering on a cheeky attitude, mixed with a highly disciplined outlook, was partially inherited by the next generation spared the cost of living in a war torn country. But it wasn’t fully integrated into our minds. After all, we didn’t have to face the same threats that could determine our very survival, which our elders did have to endure.
So no surprise that we gladly embraced a healthy disregard for strict authority.