When I reread that piece this morning, and I experienced a really sickening feeling. Here we were, somewhere in leafy England, remembering and glorifying our dead and expecting and justifying the deaths of another 60 years of Britain’s finest, and I got to thinking. We donate more to animal charity than we do old people’s charity and we opened the memorial to animals killed in war, in Park Lane, a few years back. Without a second thought, we turf folk out of their homes to make way for Livingstone’s folly at the cost of billions to our own people, yet we put a stop on the work when some latte sipping hemp underpant wearing prat shrieks that he’s found a Great Crested Newt breeding where the long jump is going to be. Politicians don’t care (you only have to wade through the defence procurement debate to realise that folks).. people don’t care. We can be mitigated as a ‘justifiable loss’.
‘No justice, just us’.