A flimsy single sheet of government paper has handed down a carefully worded ruling that puts British gratitude firmly out of reach for the so many that have laid down their lives for the English way of life. All those brave and loyal soldiers of the martial race have been deserted by Whitehall treachery that draws a line that puts a home just beyond the reach of those who have served because they did not serve here long enough or lived through turbulent times but did not live here long enough or have family ties but do not have family ties here long enough. Who decides what is long enough and what is their measuring rod? Can courage be measured by time? Can loyalty be determined by length of service? What shameful hypocrisy the law and politics are when asylum seekers, refugees, convicted criminals receive full rights, benefits and protections and all that the frontline soldier gets is a cursory glance, a slight handshake and a distant, solemn nod and a 'thanks very much...you may go now...we don't need you anymore' No respect...no empathy...nothing. Only the lone, steady, steadfast voice of a determined actress stands with them, voicing their hopes, keeping their flame alive, her impassioned cries of protest falling on deaf ears and being answered with the dumb, insolent brashness of a minister too ignornnt to know, too blind to see too cowardly to be sympathetic. The fight goes on...
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