My great-grandfather and my great-great grandfather in the Second World didn’t fight for tolerance, for equality or for inclusivity, they fought for power, and for glory and for what the British people were and what we could be again.

If you could tell my great-grandfather that he fought for 6 years in the scorching heat of North Africa, eating bread full of flies, for what this country has now become, no doubt he would have considered the fight to have not been worthwhile, as he had already begun to do at the end of his life in the 1980s.

Never forgot what they really fought to preserve and how important it is that our side of the bargain is upheld in living in accordance with their wishes.