A Self Portrait...

06 January 2010

FOURTEEN - Wootton Bassett

It is not about politics, politicians are often wrong, many are corrupt and all seem to be liars. This is about the men and women those politicians send to dangerous places. I believe the people of every country have the right and even the duty to show their respect for the soldiers, fighting and dying far from home.

It is nowhere special, a small market town a few miles from the RAF base at Lyneham. It just happens to be the first town a fallen soldier is taken through on his way home, An old soldier noticed this and made a few phone calls. He got together with friends and each time a soldier came home the people of Wootton Bassett gave a few minutes of their time to show their respect for the fallen soldier.

It became a silent gathering of local people standing by the side of the road. The death toll continued and gradually the small gathering grew and lined the streets in silence. More old soldiers arrived to add their memories and their pride. The families of the fallen went to be among the crowd and close to the loved one on his way home.

It was silent, it was peaceful. It was strictly non political. It was the people paying their respects to the men who had committed their lives to the protection of their country. A silent way of saying whatever they thought of war, they had the greatest respect for their army.

It had to happen, in a world of twenty four hour news the media arrived and with them came the extremists, those who milk the system and take advantage of every opportunity to draw attention to themselves. For people like that Wootton Bassett is an unwelcome reminder of a country they like to think no longer exists. It actually appalls and even frightens these promoters of hatred and extremism, that however many turn out to bring the soldiers home, millions more agree with and totally support the recognition and respect paid to the fallen soldiers of the British Army

Killed in Afghanistan