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    "A body full of scars probably belongs to a soul full of interesting stories!"
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    Conflict!

    it was a dream about the end of the world last night, that gave me the subject matter for today's blog!

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    My first realisation of modern warfare, as a child, was watching the television, just after Argentina invaded the Falkland Islands, a British dependency in the South Atlantic. As a young boy, no more than eleven years old, I was scared, anxious and didn’t understand the reasons behind what was happening. At the time, I felt all war and loss of life was wrong; it seemed like the end of the World. Between April and June of 1982, I spent many sleepless nights, as Britain sent a task force to retake the islands and restore its national pride. At school, I had just started to learn about the First World War; the incomprehensible loss of life and the dubious reasons for justifying a conflict that would destroy a whole generation. As children we are somewhat sheltered from the harsh realities around us; as I grew older, I became very aware of the spectre of discord and dispute, the struggle of nations and the futility of war!

    Here in 2018, armed struggle and confrontation between neighbours appears to be on the march. I can’t remember a more dangerous period, in my lifetime. In the squares of Gran Alacant, everyone has a view; concern and mistrust, of those who govern us, commonplace. Growing up in the 1970s and 80s, during the cold war, the threat of hostility between the West and the USSR was very real; most who live here, will remember the volatility of the time. I recall my Mother and Father explaining, just how close we came, to annihilation, during the Cuban Missile Crisis in 1962; the World believed nuclear war was imminent. The Cold War was a dangerous time, bravado and posturing the name of the game; despite all the talk and rhetoric, words were rarely put into practice; although the World seemed to teeter on the edge, it never crossed the line and life continued very much in this vein.

    When the old Soviet Union collapsed and communism failed, I like many others, believed this was an opportunity for the World to finally come together and work for lasting peace. Of course, as we are well aware of now, nothing is forever. The end of communism and the improving relations between the East and the West was merely a smokescreen. Trouble ignited across the World from Bosnia in Europe, as old tensions resurfaced, Libya, Iraq, the threat of ISIS and the Korean peninsular. North Korea’s intention to create a ballistic missile, that could threaten the United States, was as clear as day. As we know now, they have done just that, as the pariah Korean State launched a series of successful nuclear tests.

    Korea has directly threatened the stability of the region; China and Russia’s inability to curtail the rogue state, has left tensions running high; it is important something is done to stop a further escalation of malevolence between opposing sides. The President of North Korea, Kim Jong-un is unpredictable, President Trump, untried and untested and China and Russia are warning of consequences if any action is carried out against its ally. Yet another stand off in a volatile area, as the two World superpowers continue to work against one another, for fear of losing face; egos bigger than the good of mankind.

    Looking towards the Middle East, particularly Syria, ISIS has rampaged across the region, murdering the innocent, destroying buildings, trying to erase history; anything that did not conform to their set of ideals. Once again both western nations and Russia were dragged into a conflict that had nothing to do with them. The west wants an end to ISIS and President Bashar Assad of Syria; Russia wants an end to ISIS, but is protecting President Assad, who it considers to be one of its allies. The muddy waters and unclear messages, have once again left The USA and Russia, fighting enemies of freedom, as well as each another; creating a dangerous situation, that could provoke a conflict between them at any time.

    I am not a pacifist, far from it, but in order to justify a war with another nation, potentially causing catastrophic loss of life, one must have a concrete case, with evidence to back up, such a decision. One has to remember that going to war is a failure in all respects; a failure of negotiation, a failure of diplomacy and a failure to recognise the opposing sides view. For these reasons, there has to be a legal basis for war; used only as a last resort.

    In July 2017 a BBC interview, with Sir John Chilcot, (chairman of the inquiry into the 2003 Iraq war,) a year on from the release of the official report, claimed Tony Blair wasn’t ‘entirely straight’ with the British public over the need for conflict; a damning indictment on the Prime ministers decision to take Britain to war. Mr Blair had based his decision on intelligence, that Saddam Hussein had weapons of mass destruction (WMD), a claim that was untrue; the intelligence agencies had got it wrong. Like another controversial Prime minister, Margaret Thatcher, Expats have outspoken views on Tony Blair. He was the most contentious Prime minister of my generation; polarising views across all sectors of society. It is likely the Iraq war was illegal and caused an unnecessary loss of life. Had Mr Blair been straight with the public in the first place, stating regime change as a reason for action, rather than the uncertain view, that WMD existed in Iraq and were an immediate threat, he may well have not found himself in the precarious position he does today.

    A commitment to take a country to war is a formidable one, a judgement a President or Prime minister generally has to make on their own. It is important to have all the facts at ones disposal, exhaust every other avenue of dialogue and have the full backing of those you represent. Sending young men and women to fight, representing Queen and Country is the most difficult decision a politician can make. Fighting on a foreign shore, for unjustified reasons, with no immediate threat to those taking action is not something a country should contemplate. Each life lost for erroneous reasons and mistaken causes, is a family destroyed; a huge responsibility on anyone’s shoulders.

    There are reasons why war is justifiable. Looking back over history, World War II is an example of allies working together, to end the rule of a despot like Adolf Hitler. We all owe a great debt to my Grandfathers generation, who defeated fascism allowing us the freedoms we have today. The fight against ISIS is another necessary battle we all have to win. Of course we are told there are only pockets of resistance left in Syria, as the West and Russia, seem to have broken ISIS’ resolve. We can not rule out however, a return to conflict, if we become complacent. Extremists who kill with such barbarity deserve no place in the modern World. On the other hand, there are many wars and conflicts that have been fought, that are questionable in nature; we will probably never know the real reasons for these engagements. A politician can make a water tight case for war, but it isn’t until the skirmish is over, that we really begin to understand the rights or wrongs of a situation. Like many people, I feel duped by Mr Blair’s reasons for war with Iraq; together with the members of Parliament who voted for military action at the time, I can only hold my hands up and say I was wrong. A compelling case is not always the right case. In an uncertain world, even as laymen, we should always hold our representatives to account. Do your own research, don’t bury your head in the sand; above all stand up for what you believe. Everyone has a view; if others had spoken up at the time of the Iraq war, maybe the World today, would be a safer place!
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    Short Stories From My Youth - Saturday Afternoon!

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    The tartan trolley was full to bursting, as I helped Mum haul its contents up Highlands road; across the zebra crossing, past the Post Office and around the corner; waving to the lady in the chippy as we slowly walked by. Bent forwards, we turned into Coppice Way, stopping briefly to retrieve a stone that had become lodged between my socks and shoes. After a quick shake of my sandals, we turned into Nan and Grandad’s drive. Grandad’s racing green land rover was still parked outside; he hadn’t yet left to take the dogs out for their weekend walk. Saturdays were always busy at my Grandparents house; people in and out for most of the day!

    As I jumped up, as high as I could, opening the side gate, lifting the latch, we were greeted by barking dogs. Lurching forwards they laddered Mum's tights; licking my face, knocking me to the ground; a bag of shopping from Gateway all over the terrace floor. After a few tears, Mum wiped my face with a tissue, she kept in her sleeve. A cuddle, kiss on the forehead and a tap on the bottom later, I got up; helping Mum pick up the scattered items, placing them precariously on the old bench, that sat in front of the conservatory window, facing a small, well kept, maintained garden. Birds were singing in the aviary; Tina, Nan’s cat was laying in the sun, yawning, stretching her claws and Grandad was in the garage putting the finishing touches to a walking stick he was making for his afternoon walk. I could here Nan in the kitchen; pots and pans clanking, as she made cakes on a Saturday afternoon; the smell of baking slowly drifting around the garden.

    Nan was stood behind the breakfast bar, mixing bowl in hand, beating eggs vigorously with a whisk; not an electrical appliance in sight. Briefly distracted as we walked through the door; beaming smile, sparkling eyes; she put down the bowl. I ran over, putting my arms around her legs; she lifted me up as high as she could, kissing me on the lips as I swung back towards the floor.

    Mum scooped me up, placing me on a stool; I sat there watching Nan as she finished the last cake of the day. Slowly she poured the mixture into a tin, banging it down on the bar. Evenly spread, finished by sprinkling brown sugar on top. With a wink, she passed the bowl over to me, to lick the residue inside. Sweet, tasty, my face covered in the sticky concoction. Once again Mum took a tissue, this time from her bag, wiping my face, shaking her head, tutting, ‘you are such a messy boy!’

    Grandad had finished in his workshop, walking up the garden path, whistling as he went. The dogs were getting excited, it was time for a walk. Ambling into the breakfast room, he grasped his tweed cap, hanging on the back of a dining chair, grabbing the leads hanging near the door, shaking them with gusto, ‘Come on, come on, time for a walk.’ Two hounds barking, tails wagging, salivating, whining, bouncing up stealing the reins from Grandad’s hand.

    Are you coming then,’ enquired Grandad; I nodded my head, cautiously slipping down the stool. Bye bye Mum, bye bye Nan, running excitedly outside, followed by two mercurial dogs; boisterous and unruly. As I reached the gate, tightly gripping a wrought iron post, Gramps came up behind me, clutching my waist. Dangling from under his arm he walked me up the path; opening the back door of the land rover he threw me inside; dogs clambering in afterwards, panting loudly. Door firmly shut, no seat belts required, we were off for a Saturday afternoon trek in the Forest of bere; collecting pine cones, leaves and sticks, walking through the undergrowth, climbing trees; the perfect fresh air fix!

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    "As long as we have memories, yesterday remains; as long as we have hope, tomorrow awaits and as long as we have friendship, each day is never a waste!"

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    Shopping the GA Way!

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    Back to basics today and a few words about shopping. I have just got back from doing my weekly shop; which can often be challenging, living in Spain. Today I have been to five different shops, in order to get everything I need for the next week. I always go to Lidl for the basics, preferring to buy groceries everyday on my morning walk around Gran Alacant.

    Today I had to take a trip up to the top of the hill, not far from where I used to live. I had to go to the pharmacy to try and get hold of those packets of Asprin I needed a week ago, in order to thin the blood and prevent a heart attack. To be honest, it's my own paranoia that wants me to buy them. I understand I have to eventually make an appointment at the Doctors, but the process is so laborious, having to arrange an interpreter, that I just don't have the time to mess around. Buying these at 1'30€ a packet, rather than the 5€ Darrell paid, should give me peace of mind at least. Thanks to Jackie, who lives locally in Gran Alacant, I was able to get the right medication and not pay over the odds for a change!

    Next it was a stopover at the English Supermarket Quicksave to get a few herbs and spices for dinner this evening. To my surprise, I found the big 500 gram jars of Marmite, not something I have seen in Spain before and only 5'95€; an absolute bargain price. A big thank you to Quicksave for getting them in. For a Marmite addict like me, it's just like winning the lottery.

    Lastly it was a quick stop at Unide, to pick up a local paper, some freeze dried corn, that I love and tomato juice for a Bloody Mary or two. It was interesting to see the headline 'Shopping Days Limited,' in the Costa Blanca News. The local Valencian Regional Government, recently voted to limit the number of Sundays and Red Days shops can open. Outlets in larger tourist zones had been allowed to open throughout the year; the new rules will mean having more limited opening times, closing on many of these lucrative shopping days.

    This is of course in stark contrast to the British way of doing things, who tend to allow unrestricted shopping hours on public holidays and Sundays. I am not sure which system works best. On one hand workers are given far more time off in Spain, especially when one considers the number of bank holidays here, are more than double that of the UK and it also keeps Sunday as a day of rest, which is a good thing for families. Having said this, the Spanish economy is in a bit of a mess and could do with the economic boost seven day a week opening allows. A curtailment could quite possibly be a step backwards; make up your own mind on that one.

    Bags unpacked, it's time for me to cook dinner, Peri Peri Chicken!
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    "I'm the author of my life, unfortunately I have written it in pen, so can't erase my mistakes. All I can do is turn the page!"
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