No snowflakes among fallen of Great War

IN recent months we've read a lot about the “snowflake” generation.

With their “hipster” beards and smartphones, many of today's young feel they are the cleverest, the finest generation ever to have walked this planet.

We are supposed to bow to their superior knowledge, their superior “sensitivity” and their superior “awareness”. Genders

Yes, they may have invented 43 new genders and know how to be offended on a dozen social media platforms at once.

But today's youngsters would piss their frilly britches if they had to face a thousandth of the horrors faced by their ancestors.

One hundred years ago today, the guns fell silent on World War I.

Mud, bullets, bayonets, rats, lice, high-explosive shells – horror and terror so intense it drove men out of their wits.

That was the lot of the ordinary Tommy – a man the same age as our pampered Millennials.

Today's youngsters talk about “safe spaces”.

You only got a “safe space” in the trenches once you were dead and buried.

Today's youngsters fret about the provision of unisex toilets.

In the trenches you lived for weeks with your own shit – and the shit of your comrades – lapping around your knees. Gender-reassignment surgery? In The Great War it was called getting your bollocks blown off by a Hun landmine. Hell

The generation who battled hell in the trenches – and the next generation who fought in Hitler's War – are those who preserved the freedoms we all now enjoy.

Unlike today's “antifa” keyboard warriors, they found REAL fascists – fascists with guns and bombs – and saw them off without flinching or shirking their duty.

God help us if we ever need to call on this latest generation to take up arms and defend our nation.

They'd probably just phone in sick – and then start a petition on Change.org.