RE: Long March Rocket
I was moved by the tale of the only Brit confirmed dead in the Brussels attacks. He'd been in the airport when the first two bombs exploded. He texted his family to say he was OK, jumped on the metro and was killed in the third attack. I reckon when your number's up, it's up.
With a daughter living, strudying and traveling, at rush hour, in central London, a city at the top of many a terrorist's hit-list, such thoughts are rarely off my mind. As we did when Gerry Adams's brave freedom fighters were leaving bombs in station waste bins during the height of the 'troubles', we 'beat' these wretched people by carrying on. It doesn't mean we don't fear for our loved ones, every single day.
The harder the conflict, the more glorious the triumph
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