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I spent a day last week attending my great Uncle’s Martin’s funeral. At the wake I got chatting to his best mate ‘Tom’, they’d been friends for over seventy years; meeting in primary school age ten, growing up through adolescent adventures and then sent off to War in 1943.

Martin joined the Royal Marines, Tom the Navy.

What struck me most was the fun they’d had, the jokes and stories, some 50, 60 years old that had come to represent a snapshot of their lives together. When I think about the dangers they must have been exposed to and the horror they must have seen, that’s quite a thing.

And then these car bombs and attempted terror attacks, trying to make us fearful (all amplified out of all proportion by newspapers and tv shows )

It’s all nothing. It’s less than that, it’s attempted, botched laughable nothing.

They don’t deserve my fear.

They’re laughable men, cowardly and manipulated, robbed of all honour, following a ghastly and perverted code.

Men like my Uncle wouldn’t give have given them a second thought.

Bill Fay-Be not So Fearful