Why I wear my dad’s dog tags
By Harry Hopkins
Most of us who frequent TWR are fully aware that we are fighting a war to preserve our freedom. The weapon of choice rained against us is fear and it is thrown at us every minute of every day.
It stretches from deadly diseases, so called ‘climate change’, the nonsense of net zero, threats to our livelihoods, threats to our cash and savings, the huge cost of living increases, the worry for our children’s future. Not to mention the spread of death and destruction in war-torn countries. Regarding the latter; when you listen to Dwight D. Eisenhower’s farewell speech in 1961, warning of the dangers of the military industrial complex, it is blatantly obvious where the constant succession of conflicts, across the world, originate from.
Perhaps one of the biggest concerns, if not fear itself, is a gnawing restlessness in those of us who are fully aware that our trust in government and institutions has broken down and that we are basically alone in a sea of self-interested authoritarianism. There is also the growing anxiety that now faces so many innocent people who went along with the ‘vaccines’ because they believed it was in their best interests. Millions of people will have to come to terms with the fact that they may be living with a future threat to their health, or indeed their life, that they are powerless to prevent.
Fear of course is the first weapon of any tyrant. A frightened population is a subservient population, at least until the fear becomes so great amongst so many people that it becomes intolerable – of such stuff revolutions are made.
In this age of mass communication and global networks, where events that occur anywhere in the world can be broadcast to smartphones in an instant, is it any wonder that control of the media in any shape or form is an absolute priority for the globalists? The internet is a free-for-all and whilst it has its dark side, it also allows dissidents to express themselves and to spread their opposition far and wide. Unsurprisingly, that this is the next area that the globalists wish to control.
War and fear is nothing new. It has been and remains a fixture of the very existence of life. We like to think that as human beings progress, with their natural curiosity and inventiveness, it will benefit all of mankind. Sadly, the one constant throughout history is that those with power and authority always look to keep the benefits for themselves and to keep the masses in perpetual servitude. The efforts of William Wilberforce and many more like him may have outlawed one form of slavery but slavery, in even more diversified forms, is alive and well.
Neil Oliver is one of the best pro-freedom voices around today. His Patreon site and his appearances on GB News have given him a worldwide platform. What makes him compelling is his absolute transparent sincerity, his courage and his in-depth knowledge of history. This history enables him to compare and contrast what is happening now with what has happened before. There is always a contest between good and evil and it is nothing new. The only thing that changes are the methods employed and the battlefields chosen. Today’s battlefields, whilst territorial in some places are, in the main, battlefields of the mind.
If we are to combat fear when we know we are under attack, then it figures that all of us, as individuals, must engage in the battle for our minds head-on and understand that we can win this war not by giving in and becoming frightened, but by actively taking control of how we think and react when going about our daily lives. I take heart, like Neil, from history and by getting a degree of perspective in my life.
I was most fortunate in having had a wonderful, loving father who was my best friend. His character was a testament to a life well lived. Like many of his generation he volunteered to join the Royal Air Force at the age of 18 and in 1940 was posted to Africa. My dad had to wear ‘dog tags’ so that in the event of his death his body could be identified and the news conveyed to his family back home. Everyone who was on active service during the war had to wear these tags, including my father-in-law who fought at Anzio and my uncle who helped to sink the Bismark aboard HMS Rodney as a fresh-faced Petty Officer in the Royal Navy. I’m sure most of you reading this will have similar stories to tell within your families.
My dad survived the war, unlike the 384,000 United Kingdom servicemen and servicewomen who perished, but he did come home with Malaria, from which he was lucky to survive.
‘More than 1,000 British servicewomen died in the Second World War, performing such duties as engaging in anti-aircraft gun duels with Stuka dive bombers in the Battle of Britain and firing guns from Royal Navy vessels to protect evacuating British troops at Dunkirk. Many of those who volunteered to join the Special Operations Executive, working as agents behind enemy lines, were decorated.’
My dad fought for freedom, as did the whole of the British armed services. When they were abroad they didn’t know whether they would come back home or be buried in some foreign field. The bravery and fortitude of that generation has always inspired me and it is indisputable that ordinary British people coupled with their allies defeated the evils of Fascism and Nazism and paved the way for a baby boomer generation that has enjoyed a quite uniquely privileged life when looked at in a historical context.
I think of my dad every day. These thoughts give me joy and happiness. He was a brilliant father and a lovely man who was generous to a fault. His memory and what he and his compatriots went through give me perspective on my life. I wear my dad’s dog tags round my neck today not in some mawkish way but as inspiration. Compared to previous generations the enemy at my door is mild. I’m not in the firing line of bullets and living in Yorkshire I doubt whether bombs will be dropped on me any time soon. What I have to contend with is a generation of politicians who are perhaps the most incompetent and cowardly of any era and who are the puppets of the evil, exceedingly small cabal who only exist to pursue money and power. Truth and the public good is as familiar to them as is snow in the Sahara.
I am not frightened by these people. I never have been. They are the continuance of those against whom my dad took up arms. I live my life each day in the knowledge that, as history shows, the psychopathic, self-aggrandising elite will eventually be brought down. It’s not a question of if, it’s more a question of when.
Goodness and decency will always prevail. The human spirit is ultimately indefatigable.
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