Letters to the Spalding Guardian editor – November 12, 2020
Please be seen on our dark roads
As not only a retired registered nurse myself and a driver that travels mainly along the A16 and A17, I can’t believe the amount of cars that not only don’t use any lights – and there are several vehicles with defective lights.
As autumn is here and visibility can be a problem, please be seen.
If I can just avoid one accident then I have done something worthwhile. Drive safely everyone.
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Thanks to all who signed petition
I am delighted to report that even in these difficult times, the petition against the proposed closure of the TSB bank in Long Sutton received 777 signatures from people in Long Sutton, Sutton Bridge and neighbouring villages.
I am also grateful for the active support of our Member of Parliament in the campaign to keep open the last High Street bank branch in Long Sutton.
Should anyone not have written yet, please write to Ms Debbie Crosbie, Chief Executive, TSB Bank plc, Henry Duncan House, 120 George Street, Edinburgh, EH2 4LH.
Once again, thanks to everyone who signed it in these awkward times.
Coun Chris Brewis
THOUGHT FOR THE WEEK: Uncle Bob's War Wound
I adored my Uncle Bob when I was a teenager. He was rather handsome, always had a cool car; and he loved aircraft so much that he actually bought a house right under the Heathrow Airport flight path!
Uncle Bob liked to let it be known that he had been wounded in Italy during World War 2.
One of my relatives was not convinced and made some enquiries.
It turned out that he had in fact been injured, but not in combat.
Towards the end of the War in Europe, travelling triumphantly in an armoured convoy through Italian towns, being welcomed by the locals and cheered by glamorous girls, he climbed onto the turret of his tank, waving and blowing kisses.
Unfortunately he slipped, fell and landed (VERY painfully) astride the barrel of the gun!
Not, perhaps the most heroic war wound, and certainly not worthy of a medal – but it should remind us that the awful cost of war extends way beyond the sufferings and sacrifice of those who are often celebrated as ‘the glorious dead’.
In no way am I disparaging the dreadful consequences of facing enemy action, nor the astonishing heroism of those who faced the nightmare of bullets, bombs, shells, mines and torpedoes.
But accidents, ‘friendly fire’, sickness, disability, mental suffering, grief – all these and much else are part of the price that was paid, on our behalf, for freedom from tyranny.
This year, once more, we have remembered them – all of them.
War is never glamorous. Victory should always be celebrated with humility and respect, not with xenophobic nationalism.
Winning the war is a hollow thing unless it is followed by winning the peace.
But at this time of remembrance and reflection, let us reflect upon the whole horrific price of conflict, give thanks for all who paid that price, and pray as never before that we may see justice and peace in our time.
Minister, Gosberton Baptist Church; Chaplain, Johnson Community Hospital