"As children we viewed these soldiers as precious antiques, despite their bedraggled state, chipped paint and absence of limbs. They represented the halcyon days, a time of heroic adventure and derring-do. My father grew up in the Second World War and these soldiers were some of his favourite toys - he and his cousins would fight imaginary battles where arms and heads would be blown off, horses maimed and planes shot out of the sky. At the end of the day they would be packed back in a box ready for next time.
When we were growing up, war was always glorified and celebrated - in comic books, in films, on television. It took us a very long time to understand anything of the real horror that war invariably inflicts."