Tag: WW II


Quite often we hear how nationalism is dangerous. Bad. Wrong. It has negative connotations, and is associated with both the world wars. If you want to see how far the SJW poison has spread google nationalism. Negative images and Nazi flags abound. Yet nationalism is rising across the world. Brexit and Trump are two clear examples. Also, nationalist governments have been elected in Austria, Hungary, Poland and the Czech Republic. Catalonia has a separatist movement that appears to be growing in strength. So is nationalism really that bad? And why is it on the rise?

A Look Back at History

Let us examine World War One. Surely the clearest case that shows nationalism is bad? Different countries, each with a notion of their superiority, squaring up to each other and being belligerent. Eventually it spilled over in to open war. But was it really nationalism? Most of the countries involved had some kind of Empire. Britain certainly did. France had overseas territories. Russia had a land empire, as did Austria Hungary. The Ottoman empire had held sway over the middle east, parts of North Africa and Europe. Germany had some colonies but badly wanted an empire. Britain was afraid of losing hers. Russia was always looking to expand, and draw in more Slavic peoples. The Ottomans wanted to win back territory, and vie for more land with Russia.

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The War In Iraq 1941, Part Three

Harried by Churchill, Wavell instructed Major-General Clark, temporary commander in Palestine, to assemble a column. It was to be known as “Habforce” with the orders to relieve the RAF base at Habbaniya. It was very much an ad-hoc unit, cobbled together from any formations that could be spared or found. The military units in Palestine had already been denuded by the requirement to support British operations in Greece and Crete. To say that General Wavell wasn’t exactly brimming with confidence was something of an understatement. He cabled London:

Very doubtful whether above force strong enough to relieve Habbaniya or whether Habbaniya can prolong resistance till its arrival. I am afraid I can only regard it as an outside chance…

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Military Ghosts – Lincolnshire’s and other Airfields

Blown Periphery, Going Postal

The ending of Len Deighton’s meticulously researched novel “Bomber” is in my opinion some of the most poignant written words to appear in a book. He describes visiting the fictional bomber airfield of Warley Fen, walking up the steps into the decaying control tower and ending up writing a book about it. A visit on Google Earth reveals the remnants of many more than fifty airfields scattered throughout Lincolnshire, Yorkshire and Cambridgeshire. The buildings may have gone, but the ghostly outlines of runways, perry tracks and dispersals remain. And so according to legends do the spirits of some of the 55,000 young men who died during Bomber Command’s offensive against Germany and the Axis forces.

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The War In Iraq 1941, Part Two

Blown Periphery, Going Postal

The Siege of RAF Habbaniya

The arrival of the second convoy at Basra caused the Iraqi leadership considerable panic. Rashid Ali continued to pester his newly-found Axis allies for financial and military aid. Specifically, he asked the Germans for captured British weaponry as the Iraqi army was familiar with and had trained on British weapons. The British Ambassador in Baghdad Sir Kinahan Cornwallis, had sent communications to Rashid Ali that Iraqi forces should immediately stop any aggression against British forces in the country and honour the terms of the Anglo-Iraq treaty. Baghdad was now a hostile city and on 29th April 1941, Cornwallis decided to evacuate non-essential British nationals from the Capital to Habbaniya.

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The War In Iraq 1941, Part One

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The battle for oil and survival

By 1941, Britain and her Dominions were fighting alone against the Axis forces. The U-Boat menace was gathering impetus in the Atlantic and the Army was fighting Rommel’s Africa Corps in the Western Desert and German and Italian forces in Greece. While we remember operations such as Battleaxe, Crusader and the battles for Tobruk and El Alamein, the War in Iraq seems strangely forgotten. But the battles of Basra, Habbaniya, Fallujah and Baghdad were as important and perhaps more so. If Iraq had fallen, the British ability to wage total war would have been compromised, because modern warfare is totally reliant in a secure and sufficient supply of oil.

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Open letter to the BBC

Gmbd, Going Postal

First thing to get straight is that common sense is not to be confused with far right.
The second thing that needs to be cleared up is that it is not your job to push an agenda, your job is to inform and entertain the populace.
I recognize that the creative activities attract young people who may strive to understand and comment on the world around them, it is to be commended but in searching for an alternate voice some adopt peculiar views, again this is to be commended but it is not necessary to employ all of them.
There does exist a common understanding of pleasantness and humorous ad lib shared by the majority, which majority is well able to take on new ideas.
You must admit that the constant force feeding of sexual divergence is getting a bit stale ?

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National Poetry Day – Alfy

Æthelberht, Going Postal
Infantrymen of the 1/7th Battalion, Queen’s Royal Regiment (West Surrey) and a Stuart tank in Grazzanise, Italy, 12 October 1943

In loving memory of my pal Pte Alfred Hudson 6085105 of the 2nd Bn., The Queen’s Royal Regiment (West Surrey) killed in action Syria 10th July 1941. Age 27.

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Operation PLUTO

Ratcatcher, Going Postal

Whilst discussing the future liberation of Europe in 1942, Lord Louis Moutbatten discussed how fuel could be supplied to an invading army with the Minister in charge of the Petroleum Warfare Department, Geoffrey Lloyd. Previously, fuel had been transported in disposable 4 gallon tins. These had been superseded by coping the German ‘Jerrycans’ which although reusable, would have meant a considerable burden on men to load and unload from ships as well as the ships themselves presenting a very large and dangerous target during and after what became D Day.
Lloyd was in no doubt, a pipeline could be built that could operate night and day and provide enough fuel for the forces to take harbours where ships could be brought in more safely once the Axis had been forced back in to the mainland.

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The Edgehill Camp Spectres

Blown Periphery, Going Postal

Edgehill was the first pitched battle of the English Civil War. It was fought near Edge Hill and Kineton in southern Warwickshire on Sunday, 23 October 1642. The soldiers of both sides were raw and their officers were inexperienced, apart from the few who had won their spurs in the European Wars of the early 17th Century. The Royalist dispositions were slightly uphill to the Parliamentarian forces, but the battle was indecisive and it had been a bloody affair. The fields were scattered with the dead and dying and it was a monumental task for such a rural and sparsely-populated country to deal with and bury the results of slaughter on such a scale.

As the simple country folk continued by day and night to bury the dead and prevent an outbreak of disease, they became aware that the battle was being continued through the hours of darkness.

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Trip to a museum

We awoke early morning on Saturday 9th of September in the garden of England, Kent specifically. Mrs poofta went to put the kettle on, sighed and said ‘we’re out of gas’. Ok then, out came the laptop and Google mapped caravan/motorhome outlets and found one in Folkestone, off we set following our satnav heading south from Margate. On passing through Hawkinge I noticed a Battle of Britain museum sign and decided on the roundabout to go take a look. Walking into to the entrance to the building we noticed signs everywhere saying no cameras or mobile phones allowed, when I inquired as to why, it was because of thefts. I was gobsmacked, what scum we have in this world today.

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