If you ever wondered how you came to live in a democracy?

It was not because people thought it was a good idea. It was not because you expected it. It had to be fought for.

War is not polite. It has rules yes. But those rules tend to be ignored by the aggressor when the bombs fall and bullets fly. I can assure you the defenders quickly learn to ignore those rules too.

At that time, another name they gave for mental health was shell shocked. They would have you think, and even today still believe, it was the loud noise of howitzers and guns sounding off as they sent their message to the enemy.

Oh no, it was not the sound at all. No sir. They could not hear a god-damn thing after the first explosion. Their ears were damaged too much. The truth was those men, who saw their friends with half a face. Their heads bashed in, legs and arms, body parts spread across the battlefields. The stench of rotting bodies. It was the wholesale death, the suicides, rotting food, men being eaten by rats. The barely survivable conditions. The ships that were blown up with 18-inch shells, mines, torpedoes and bombs. The drownings in the cold seas. The horror of sharks tearing them apart with razor sharp teeth, consuming them. The terror of being inside a struck plane on fire, nose diving towards the earth and there was nothing you could do about it.

The men and at that time the women who unselfishly supported them to defend our way of life. Our families. Our way of raising children to be free and creative. To be safe and know if they did no wrong to others they could and should succeed to make for themselves and their descendants a family unit to carry on and do the same.

To choose who they want to be. To make themselves better than what they were before.

Today you call them old white men. Male, pale and stale. The Governments around the world do not even provide the men with the right to keep their name private until proven guilty. The women who without any recourse could point a finger and be called a victim and in time a survivor. The mothers who without reprisal prevent the fathers from seeing their children, sometimes for many years and without notice just to take all he has worked and saved for. To send him out into the street. To make him pay for her and her new boyfriend to live in his house and take over his children.

I would think women should bend their knee and thank them for saving what they now enjoy and have ruthlessly turned against men and boys of any colour.

This post is not to separate men by skin colour, offend or say the men were just white. They were of all nations and colour. I only say white men in the post to defend their singling out as unworthy, unimportant, less or lower than men of colour.

Our privilege is to not rule over women nor is it to hold power over those of the less capable in terms of physical strength. Our privilege is not to be stood up in class and made to apologise to the girls for our gender for something we have not done. Our privilege is to not face media or university trials. Our privilege is not have less of the tax take spent on male only health problems. Our privilege is to not have legislation to send innocent men to jail.

Our privilege is however to say, feminists who want far more than equal rights, you are most welcome to a full frontline share in the glory of war.

I think it highly unlikely any woman could come close to call a nation to war as Prime Minster Winston Leonard Spencer Churchill did.