and there had been not been an election since halfway through the thirties.
The government had been a coalition of Conservative and Labour since war was declared.
I wasn't old enough to vote in the post-war election.
I had accepted employment in London with a Jewish family that had left Germany and France a few years previously.
I wasn't home in coal country Scotland to hear the political discussion but I didn't need to be to know how they would vote.
Winston Churchill was Prime Minister and Conservative Leader.
The war was won. He received much of the credit and it was well-deserved.
He never faltered in his support of the armed services. Broadcast speeches had no other purpose
but to encourage resolve of the people.
Every opportunity to be where the battle was and apparently much to the aggravation of colleagues in government and commanders at the front , he was there. The men loved to see him. British Pathe
and Movietone News left no doubt about that.
Coveralls in Air Force blue serge were made to fit his substantial bulk. His head thrust forward on his shoulders resembled nothing more than the British bulldog he came to symbolize. The black cigar
in his mouth and the sturdy walking stick completed the pugnacious picture.
Early in the war, he noted and compared the physical condition of the British Tommy and German soldiers. Programs providing free clinics, orange juice, milk and cod liver oil for babies and free milk
for school children were introduced.
Labour's leader in the election was Clement Atlee, a small stooped individual with a sharp nose and dark wire-rimmed glasses. Nothing about him is memorable.
Labour won the election.
The army vote was the deciding factor.
After what they had been through ,they were not coming back to what they had left.
The Conservative Party was not getting another chance to deliver more of the same.
The opportunity to rebuild a country and a society changed beyond recognition by six years of death and destruction, was snatched from the hands of the man who brought them through to the bitter end.