There was a time when afternoon tea, cricket and days at the races, picnics and fun days by the sea in England…. then something changed and it was difficult to know at which point.. Was it when my husband died and I was attacked by a police officer from the force that had investigated attacks against me historically by a still serving police officer.
The involvement of british military and ex military in the targeting and my almost super human response to that was on reflection a miracle. The British as demonstrated throughout history react very badly to having to pay debts or being found liable for actions even against there own citizens.
The British are well renowned for including people of other nationalities to attack on their behalf, in my case Israeli intelligence services. I was unprepared for this. nothing can prepare you for it. The beatings sexual attacks and rerouted calls so that no help is on its way.
I have a home in France.. but after death threats and burglaries I can no longer live again caused by british french and israelis. An unlikely combination until you look back at history less surprising the continent of murder and rape and genocide.
The military with no actual wars and no leadership on defence take to social media and start to identify the vulnerable for disposal….my daughters were murdered on behalf of the military and police, one by a fireman and one by ex military male. One was dumped in a reservoir the other burnt illegally, her last moments with her room and posessions being destroyed by a six feet tall snivelling coward. After all that is what they are… cowards… cannot fight in real wars so kill the defenceless and unarmed…
I think as my life after UK develops its difficult to know how it looks.. But for sure it will never look the same again. My service to my country meaningless and my views for it destroyed….. My ideal life is that with my children, but when the UK murdered that now it looks like relaxing, writing and enjoying those activities that perhaps I did not have so much time to do…
Ideal it is not but none of us can go back and as we move forward it has to become ideal…
