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A gracious hand waving at a window. Diamonds sparkling as a limousine passes by.    Black suits freshly pressed. Haute Couture dresses finely displayed in the bright sunlight. Power radiates forth, confidence is all-consuming. Friendship openly displayed by all.

The smoke swirls around the buildings. Ambulances rushing by. Women wailing from despair and loss. Emotion pouring forth. Blood on  the streets as broken bodies lay around. Death and destruction in a foreign land. It is not here, it is not us.

No money wails the Chancellor. Get rid of all the waste. Too many bureaucrats, how many pen pushers, form fillers and bean counters. Close the Coastguard Stations. Reduce our Armed forces. Cut the Police Force. But the Civil Servants in Whitehall keep their jobs and pensions.

We haven’t got any money the Defence Secretary moans, the budget has been cut. As he order some nuclear submarines. we have got to get rid of servicemen and women to save money, but two new aircraft carriers we can afford. I wonder who will man them.

A new French person to run the IMF. Perhaps this one will not lose her trousers.          Being a woman she can only become a victim. No blame can attach to her for all the errors caused by men. Always a European but never from Britain.

A motorcycle lies wrecked. An explosion swiftly delivered by a martyr on their way to heaven. Blood and bodies, but it’s just another foreign land. Turbans scattered on the floor. Is this what they mean about fighting in an Alien land, but we don’t care it’s not us.

Death and destruction reach out from the sky. Storm clouds gather in great umbrella’s over the flatlands. The storms are so immense, nothing to break-up natures power. No Mountains or hills to stop this march across the plains only people and buildings lie in their way only  death do they leave behind.

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About michaeldouglasbosc

I am retired and live with my wife on a small olive finca in the middle of a forest in the mountains of Spain in Catalonya. I served 9years in the armed services, am an engineer and because of my love of navy sailing ships a naval historian of the 1700-1800's, plus the author of 10 books. When I retired I started writing adult books my first being A Soldiers Wind. Then came Stanley's story again adult books such was his life. Another book on life in the 1950's this very much an adult book. I have now returned to my love of the sea and my latest navy book 'A Plymouth Story' follows the life of Dr James Blackstock. But Clearing In The Forest is an historical fantasy set in the middle ages at the end of King Johns reign. All the books are published on Kindle and Create a Space in paperback. I have worked all my life and for relaxation I sailed a coastal yacht for many years, but deep inside me was a writer waiting to get out. So when I retired I started writing I find story telling both relaxing and - for me - a pleasure.
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