Scampton RAF is an iconic World War II RAF base situated in Lincolnshire in the east of England. From the historic RAF base and airfield flew ‘Britain’s finest’. Flying from this notorious base flew pilots and bomber crews who incinerated National Socialist Germany and millions of civilians. The ultimate irony is that from Scampton flew the so-called legendary 617 Squadron the Dambusters.
At first glance, it may seem an exaggeration to say that the West is today as authoritarian as it was in the Soviet Bloc. In Soviet-Occupied Europe one could lose one’s job and even one’s liberty for an unguarded comment.
No longer a matter of speculation or dismissed as propaganda, the internet uncontrolled by the government-approved palace publishers and the mainstream press is pulling back the curtains on the scale of mayhem, murder, atrocities and rape by the victorious Allied armies of World War II.
In obedience to the political situation, Anne Frank’s half-sister Eva Schloss doubted the authenticity of the Soviet photographs from the Red Army overrun Auschwitz German labor camp, although these photographs and their history have long been accepted as genuine.
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IN TRIBUTE R.I.P Rosemarie Rohrbach: Passed to the other side January 2023: IN TRIBUTE TO ROSEMARY: ‘You are not going on your own and nor will you be on your own. You are and always will be in just the…
Where mass demonstrations failed and insurrection was found wanting many a regime was brought crashing to the ground by ridicule. The royal houses of Britain could shrug off criticism by the bucketful but what the ruling elite fear most is ridicule.
Whispering Hope is one of Western civilisation’s most engaging and enduring ballads. I was told by my Liverpool-Irish mother that at the onset of World War II, the suicide rate went through the roof, such was the anti-war sentiment.
‘The entire metropolis of this once-great European city presented a vision of what the inner earth must appear to be. The sounds of the howling winds feeding the flames competed with the deafening crackle of thousands of fires. Explosions filled the air. Tar on the roads changed into liquid form and in ripples moved in whatever direction the incline directed it to do so….’
As history shows, in addition to the eye-watering profits of war made by the military-industrial complex, the international banking houses take the lion’s share of war wealth.
‘A long line of such incidents parades before my mind: the story of our Marines firing on unarmed Japanese survivors who swam ashore on the beach at Midway. The accounts of our machine-gunning prisoners on a Hollandia airstrip; of the Australians pushing captured Japanese soldiers out of transport planes which were taking them south over the New Guinea mountains (the Aussies reported them as committing hara-kiri or ‘resisting’‘).
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