A day in the life of a GVA freedom campaigner

All the weeks of meetings, planning and effort are now behind me. Today I march with my brother’s and sisters from the GVA at the world wide freedom rally in London. Today we march for freedom.

The entire day has been planned for our members to participate and make a statement that we will not allow our freedoms to be eroded. We will NOT allow it.

After the train journey into London, my day starts at the first meeting point. My wife join’s me today. My rock and support. Our members look impeccable. Veterans and civilians alike dressed to impress. Morale is high and members chatter in anticipation.

My job was to make my way to the start of the rally. At BBC broadcasting house. I needed to make some connections. Network and push our cause to the prominent high profile contingent. Introductions to Alan Miller, Tonia Buxton, John Bowe, Matt Le Tissier and Leilani Dowding conducted. They are on board and know the plan. Job done.

While I’m at the front. Our members are getting into position at Piccadilly Circus under the directions of Ian, a former Royal Marines Sergeant Major. The attention to detail is unbelievable. The men and women of the GVA will make themselves known in the most spectacular way. We will honour the men and women of the NHS and everyone who marches alongside them – but most of all our children.

The march begins and I am near the front. The organisers know why I’m here and on command the march is halted. NHS staff also at the front, wonder why they have stopped.

I march ahead. Old skills remembered. I turn on the spot to face the march. I salute the heroes facing me. I about-turn and continue to march forward to a waiting ceremonial line of veterans and civilians, all saluting. I stop and turn towards them and again I salute these fearless men and women. I turn and continue to the end of the line and join my brother’s and sisters. The march then continues.

While us proud former service personnel stand and salute. The procession, heaving with people united in their unwavering stand for freedom, goes by. Emotions are high and the sight of our veterans paying their respect is too much for some. Tears flow and people stop to thank us for our service. They want to shake our hands. Get a photo. We are humbled.

Twenty minutes or so pass and we join the back of the march, which gives us the opportunity to take in the spirit of the day, converse with the public and relax and share stories. We smile and laugh and enjoy a momentous occasion, even if it is a serious day for everyone involved.

By the time we reach Parliament square, we are exhausted, our spirits still high as we continue to put a teary smile on people’s faces. We are asked to make a speech, but in the enormous and exuberant crowd we’ve lost sight of the organisers.

I leave my comrades in a triumphant but also sad mood. We don’t understand how important we are to the people of Great Britain. How they think of us in such high regard. My brother’s and sister’s say goodbye and we all part company. Job done.

Now the long train ride home.

Until next time my fellow freedom campaigners 🙏🌟👊❤️

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