Sir Robert,
Henry was my grandfather. Your generation. For the most part, four thousand miles removed from
yourself. Maybe you've met him since.
His son James was one of the Royal Scots Fusiliers you may have seen when you visited the rat and lice infested mud holes of trenches shared with your Canadians .
They became ready made graves after when it proved impractical because of the numbers to remove dead and broken remains.
James was wounded in France, sent home to recover from his injuries ,re- called still not recovered to be sent to Dardanelles and killed immediately upon landing.
Sorry for the confusion about your first name.
I wish I was wrong about all the rest.
But it's a sad fact you learned too late about the reality of war.
Unfortunately nobody learned from your experience.
War is still clad in dress informs, adorned with gilded laurel leaves, rows of colored ribbons, flags, theatrical performances and marching bands to commemorate the vainglory and maintain the institution .
Thursday, 27 November 2014
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Awesome, Lady
Your rhetoric is easy on this one Evelyn, if not cheap. Still, though, war is thrust upon us at times. Some more "worthy" than others, none the true stuff of Hollywood. Somehow we must raise a force - the others do.
15:02
One may " raise " a force. In fact, a country should have a force. But the reasons to deploy force instead of peace-keepers should still be absolutely clear. That seldom happens.
Right on Evelyn!
17:28- I don't think its ever happened.
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