They wanted to serve their country, become heroes, see the world. But they were expendable, discarded like broken toys.

It's for the other lads as well as for James that I'll keep fighting to get my son the help he needs. James is ill and he needs help. And so do his mates.

All four lads only felt secure in a combat environment, protecting one another. The war never ended for them.

Unconsciously we all have a standard by which we measure other men, and if we examine closely we find that this standard is a very simple one, and is this: we admire them, we envy them, for great qualities we ourselves lack. Hero worship consists in just that. Our heroes are men who do things which we recognize, with regret, and sometimes with a secret shame, that we cannot do. We find not much in ourselves to admire, we are always privately wanting to be like somebody else. If everybody was satisfied with himself, there would be no heroes.

Clearly, we are going to start reaching out all over the country for money now, ... one of my absolute heroes.

Brecht said it, 'It's an unhappy country that needs heroes. That's true. They are not needed in a normal nation.