A letter to the Mail

13 days is a long time in politics. The rightful debate on immigration and not the BBC's ridiculous shall they shan't they tennis match, has been blown wide open with the accounts of Labour reckless and probably illegal immigration policies since they came to office. Kim Howells conversion to mainstream thinking is laughable, but better late than never.
It is just over thirty years since Sgt Ray Beamish 1st Fld Reg RhA, and others were murdered by terrorists they were 'converting', much against what the mass of voices were screaming silently from within Army itself. It was in 1964 that the police in Aden city turned their guns on the Brits soldiers and were 'put down' by 45 Commando and the Gordons. Yesterday 5 more young men, and probably more, were gunned down by a rogue policeman and Brown still waffles out his venal apologies to the Nation, and his supporters swallow it hook line and sinker. In N. Ireland the situation is as desperate as when I stood the barricades exactly 40 years ago, and everyone tells how much improved it all is.
Get real. The only thing that has happened is that far too many Brits have died, the taxpayer has forked out billions to immoral politicians, both here and abroad, bankers have got richer and politicians haven't the slightest notion of why they have got us into so much doodoo.
The question I want answering is why the BBC thinks it has the right to deny open debate at all.
Oh yes, I served at these places at the precise moments and was involved when so many of my comrades were dying. The body has got old and wrecked, but the memories are still as vivid today as it will be for all the friends and families of the murdered yesterday.
BLESS ALL OUR PEOPLE IN UNIFORM. It is for all their memory I shall be having two minutes silence next Wednesday. That is why I will not be at the cenotaph in Blackpool but amongst comrades who stood side by side then and I think today.
It will be 40 years on the 10th of this month that I was in square behind a detachment of RUC officers on Northumberland Avenue, Belfast, when a prodestant murdered Constable Victor Arbuckle not ten paces ahead. If memory serves me correct, we had rifles but no ammunition.