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History: other wars on paper US 'winning' in terms of enemies killed, bombing raids completed: Vietnam, Iraq and Afghanistan

 

Those who neglect history...

other wars that on paper the US was winning in terms of enemies killed and bombing raids completed in Vietnam, Iraq and Afghanistan. But it is important to remember that after years of bloodshed and killing, they all ended in ways that amounted to defeat for the United States

 


 

But that required a president in the White House who was prepared to go to war alongside Israel, something that had never happened despite the two countries' close relationship and Israel's dependence on US military and diplomatic support. Netanyahu could never persuade a US president that it was in America's interests to go to war with Iran – until the second term of Donald J Trump.

Harry Martindale: The most well-known story begins in February of 1953; Roman soldiers in the basement of the Treasurer's House

Roman soldiers in the basement of the Treasurer's House, York in 1953 - Harry Martindale (1935-2014)

 

Harry Martindale

The most well-known story begins in February of 1953.

Fighting fascism: why I have joined a new political party of the Left | George Orwell | published: The New Leader 24 June 1938

 

Fighting fascism: why I have joined a new political party of the Left


By George Orwell

Perhaps it will be frankest to approach it first of all from the personal angle.

I am a writer. The impulse of every writer is to “keep out of politics.”

What he wants is to be left alone so that he can go on writing books in peace.

But unfortunately it is becoming obvious that this ideal is no more practicable than that of the petty shop-keeper who hopes to preserve his independence in the teeth of the chain-stores.

To begin with, the era of free speech is closing down.

Welcoming a miniVax blast from the past...

A fabulous link to the past via Michael - thank you so much!!

 

 

https://inv.nadeko.net/embed/z-iA_9U3WTc?

In Remembrance - Rifaat Radwan one of 15 members of Palestinian Red Crescent Society (PRCS) ambulance killed in Israel

In remembrance of 15 Palestinian paramedic emergency workers killed by Israeli troops in southern Gaza 23 March 2025

11 April 2025

"My heart and soul died when Rifaat was killed," says Hajjah Umm Mohammed, the mother of a Palestinian paramedic who was one of 15 emergency workers killed by Israeli troops in southern Gaza last month.

Rifaat Radwan, 23, was travelling in a Palestinian Red Crescent Society (PRCS) ambulance in a convoy of emergency vehicles when it came under fire on the outskirts of Rafah on 23 March.

"I never expected him to be killed, especially since the area was classified as 'green', meaning safe and open to ambulances," she adds.

Thin cakes called Crumpits, made from seeds of Polygonum aviculare L. (Knot Grass)

Came across an early mention of Crumpets - in a herbarium !

Culinary uses of Polygonum aviculare L. (Knot Grass): 'The Seeds furnish a nutritious meal; it
is made into thin cakes called Crumpits.'

a small extract in a fascinating article by Jessica Shepherd, Natural History Research Assistant (St. Aubyn)

Bringing a herbarium to life at Plymouth City Museum and Art Gallery

Poem - For the Fallen

 

With proud thanksgiving, a mother for her children,
England mourns for her dead across the sea.
Flesh of her flesh they were, spirit of her spirit,
Fallen in the cause of the free.

Solemn the drums thrill: Death august and royal
Sings sorrow up into immortal spheres.
There is music in the midst of desolation
And a glory that shines upon our tears.

They went with songs to the battle, they were young,
Straight of limb, true of eye, steady and aglow.
They were staunch to the end against odds uncounted,
They fell with their faces to the foe.

They shall grow not old, as we that are left grow old:
Age shall not weary them, nor the years condemn.
At the going down of the sun and in the morning
We will remember them.

Poem - In Flanders Fields

 

In Flanders fields the poppies blow
Between the crosses, row on row,
  That mark our place; and in the sky
  The larks, still bravely singing, fly
Scarce heard amid the guns below.

We are the Dead. Short days ago
We lived, felt dawn, saw sunset glow,
  Loved and were loved, and now we lie
      In Flanders fields.

Take up our quarrel with the foe:
To you from failing hands we throw
  The torch; be yours to hold it high.
  If ye break faith with us who die
We shall not sleep, though poppies grow
      In Flanders fields.

 

Word of the day is 'podsnappery' (19th century, from Dickens): 'insular complacency and blinkered self-satisfaction'

Word of the day is 'podsnappery' (19th century, from Dickens): 'insular complacency and blinkered self-satisfaction'.

 


 

Word of the day is ‘quockerwodger’

Word of the day is ‘quockerwodger’ (19th century): a wooden puppet whose limbs jerk at the whim of the puppet master and, by extension, a politician whose strings of action are pulled by somebody else.

 

 


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