My late father was a Desert Rat. He didn’t have to fight, the South African army was comprised entirely of volunteers. He recounted how in the 1930s, listening to Hilter on the radio gave him more than sufficient evidence as to the deep evil of fascism. So when South Africa declared war on Germany (itself an interesting political event), he left his job as a primary school teacher for the uncertainty of life as a soldier. There were hundreds of thousands like him across the world. The monuments on Liverpool’s waterfront to the sailors of different nationalities who died in the merchant navy during the battle of the Atlantic provide an everyday reminder to these volunteers.
I am a product of WWII. My late mother was born in Dundonald in Northern Ireland and she joined up as soon as she was able. Her first husband was a pilot who was killed. After the war, she remained in the USAF (note not the RAF – allies work together…) until she was demobbed in 1948. As a result of a rather unlikely series of events, she met my father in Paris that year. I was born just outside Paris. I have a British passport, as did my parents.
The reasons for voting Remain in the referendum are many. The reasons for voting Leave are nil. The demonstrable fascism of the Leave supporters provides ample evidence for not voting Leave, just as the fascism of the Nazis provided by father with reason to volunteer.
Should the result of the referendum be to Remain, I too will remain and continue to work to for the benefit of this idiosyncratic country that is mine and the fantastic City of Liverpool, which has been my home for 28 years.
However, I was born outside Paris, so should the result of the referendum be to Leave the EU, I will leave. I will be off to Paris to work my way through a mountain of paperwork and become a national of a secular republic. I will return, with a mixture of sadness and disgust my British passport. The next steps will be to secure a job elsewhere in the EU and move out.