The (European) summer of 2018 was moments of fun tinged by sadness. Georgie, Sarah and I looked up old friends in the UK, and clowned around in medieval gear at the Tower of London.
It wasn’t the same without James.
It wasn’t the same without James.
After Sarah returned it was just Georgie and I in the mountains above Marbella. It was at least good to have my youngest to myself for a few months, and I did my best as a single Dad, in a strange place. We had some nice moments, like the peddle a cart races on the beach.
About that time the allegations were published in Australia that a highly decorated SAS soldier was actually a murderer who cynically lied about what actually went on operations, routinely planting weapons on dead civilians, even throwing a person off a cliff in a fit of anger.
. It was the first crack in the ‘propaganda wall’ that painted the war was ‘a successful anti-terrorist operation’.
This was big news. But where would it go from here? Would it be contained to the scapegoating of a single man, or would questions be asked at a higher level?
This was big news. But where would it go from here? Would it be contained to the scapegoating of a single man, or would questions be asked at a higher level?
It was a start, but I knew there were far bigger problems than a rogue corporal. The real tragedy would be if after a single trial all the crooked Generals and sleazy politicians got away with a war that was a lie and failure from the very beginning.
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