lovely almost golden (I don't know, sounds golden to me),

That is beautfiul, wonderfully beautiful.

MY father fought in World War II (I am an old man) in the South Pacific. And I have read anything I can on the sacrifices of these young men who fought and feared. They were heroes all, becasue they were fighting a great evil. And that evil threatened you folks (the brits) most of all. The sacrifices are many for all the brits, those that fought and those that sustained bombings and sacrifice on a daily basis.

What you poem show me is that you realized even at 16 that these heroes, these "chosen few" were just men (and women) who did what they had to do. But being normal mortal men made that heroism even more valued.

Wise little one, very wise

Thank you for sharing it,

John