Bomb them while they sleep

“the fighters are our salvation, but the bombers alone provide the means of victory” Winston Churchill 1940.

My grandpops was a bomber. Ordered to bomb towns. Houses. Women and children. Something he was not at all proud of. And neither was our nation it seems, as only in the last few years have the bombing heroes actually been remembered.

I’ve just finished reading ‘The Book Thief’. A good read. But only now do I understand the horror. Bomb them while they sleep. That way they won’t get to their air raid shelters. How many ‘good Germans’ died in their sleep I wonder.

I think each nation is as capable as the other of inflicting horror. It just seems to take one insane man to push them further into the depths of self preservation and horror. I wonder if it had been the other way round. Would we have followed the words of a lunatic. Would British people have turned a blind eye to their neighbours being dragged away to death camps? Survival does strange things to some people.

I’d like to believe that I would have been a Huberman. Risking my life to save one other.

Right now I’m feeling racism oozing out of the pores of England. Anti immigrants. Anti foreigners.

Personally I feel our immigrants are the sufferers. Low wages. Slave labour. Taken advantage of as they are desperate to work. Desperation sends them to us. Desperation to feed their families. It’s policy and employers that must be the change. We are fast to put our hands in our pockets for deprived people overseas. But not when they land on our doorstep it seems.

If a racist with fancy words, determined to rid our nation of immigrants, won the next election. Well. What next? It scares me.

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About Olivia N Masi

From art college drop-out, to office space-planner, to back-packer, to air stewardess, to brolly babe, to model agent, to wildlife conservationist. How? I've always believed in jumping at every opportunity that comes my way. This has taken me along some bizarre career paths. None of which I regret. I have been to amazing places and met fascinating people. And having worked in the motor sport industry I've sadly experienced too many beloved friends take one adrenalin step too many. I think of them always. I've hung out with pop-stars, sports personalities, and millionaires. I reached a point when nothing but VIP would do. And then something happened. My pops passed away and I felt the need to reconnect with my Italian side. Whilst in Italy, I learnt to be resourceful, to recycle everything, to listen to the valley, to grow my own veg, to catch and tame feral cats, and to follow my heart. My heart led me to a desire to save this beautiful Earth, and all the wonderful life upon it. And so I read, and then I studied with the Open University. I suddenly found myself accepted on a BSc in Wildlife Conservation, having left school with pitiful qualifications. So here I am. A qualified Wildlife Conservationist. A scientist I suppose. I love nothing more than to listen to birdsong, and watch, learn and photograph wildlife. So here is to me getting the perfect job where I can contribute to saving one of Earth's beautiful species. Do I miss the glamour of the old life? The VIP lifestyle? The petrol-head adrenalin? The buzz of being a successful business owner? Only occasionally. Though it seems more like the distant dreams of a previous life.
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