In Britain you are reaping the sorry crop you have sown, will you now ask us to, once again,? cross oceans and spill our blood doing what you refuse to do? Have you no shame?

As Britons, as men, you stand idle and indifferent as your heritage, your culture, your history and your country are destroyed. You turn away as social engineers fill your children’s heads with poisonous propaganda, turning them into haters of their own people. You shuffle away as your women are butchered and raped, you allow your? entire lives to be destroyed at the hands of a corrupt bureaucracy, a corrupt judiciary, terrorists and human garbage.

I watch you from across the Atlantic…you sicken me.

Now, as spineless cowards, you Britons, trembling and whining, hide? behind the skirts of your women and squander our gift to you. The extent of your “revolt” is to crowd into pubs, miserable bloody drunken slobbering fools, slapping each other on the back and mumbling, slurring “Rule Britannia”. The extent of your fight against the cancer of Islam is shaking fists and a couple of thrown rocks. Even your war dead, brave, honourable and noble men, whose sacrifice and sacred memory is spit upon and insulted by muslims and yet still you stand, mute and motionless.

You are beyond contempt.

I am of Scottish descent. My ancestors can be traced back in North America to the landing at Plymouth Rock. My family has, through the past four centuries, poured sweat and spilled blood in the forging of a great nation, Canada. My family is closely tied to the United States of America. As the slogan says on the Peace Arch at Blaine, Washington state, the border crossing between Canada and the United States of America…we truly are “Children of a Common Mother”.

Our nations have a rich history of greatness, progress and sacrifice and service to others. I recall our nations, our fathers and grandfathers, crossed oceans to confront a murderous Austrian tyrant, a madman who had set fire to the world. They did not waver, they did not flinch, they stood with clenched fists and grit teeth and, suffering much, gave Europe and Britain her freedom.

How then, can the children of the men and women who suffered so greatly under the boot heel of National Socialism, squander the gift we and their forefathers gave them?. The gift that is not theirs to squander but to keep sacred, to be passed from generation to generation, to be treated with breathless reverence and to be jealously guarded.. How can they turn a blind eye to the cancerous and corrosive political ideology of Islam that threatens to, and has to some degree, destroy our gift to them and make them slaves once again?

Will you ask, once again, for the assistance of the children of North America. Will you petition my children, my sons and daughters, for their lives, their blood to wrest the British people from ‘’neath the boot heel of Islam?

Will we answer the call from the children of Saxons, Anglos, Vikings, and the Norse? Will we remember our commonality and rush to your defence? Will we once again cross oceans to confront a scourge and a plague?….or will we turn away indifferent to your enslavement and your suffering?……will we turn our collars up and shuffle away, the dying screams of the once proud nation of Britain ringing in our ears?

Freedom is precious. Freedom is a gift. England, must you lose your freedom to understand its rarity and worth?

These are difficult times we live in. To quote a song, “There’s something lurking in the room with me I cannot see but I smell its stinking breath.”

The times ahead will be more difficult than you can imagine. History does not speak kindly of those who ignore danger and threat and turn their backs on that which birthed and nourished them.

I suppose you and you alone must decide where you stand and where you draw the line in the sand. You and you alone must decide the course of action, the extent of your resolve once that line is crossed.

I? am reminded of a line from the movie “Kingdom of Heaven”…it renders useless the arguments offered by those who, weak of will, follow the murderous direction of others and refuse to act on behalf of those in need.

The King of Jerusalem, counselling a young knight on matters of conscience and courage of conviction, responds to one of his questions, he says,

“Even when those who move you be kings or men of power, your soul is in your keeping alone. When you stand before God you cannot say that I was told by others to do thus or that virtue was not convenient, this will not suffice”.

So England my friend….. What is your convenience? What is the depth of your character? What is the breadth of your conviction? What does Britain and your ancestors mean to you? What will be your legacy? What will your grandchildren say when they speak of you?

Are you so faint of heart, so timid that you would sell out your very country for a moment or two of peace?. I myself think not……death comes to us all, each and every one….it makes no distinction. The grade is marked on your life and how you lived it. For many, they would say it is better to die on your feet than to live a life of compromise and quiet desperation on your knees and I, for one, am inclined to agree with them.

In closing, I am reminded of the closing paragraph from a Scottish legend, “The Devils Advocate”. I trust these few lines will not be the requiem mass, the epitaph of Western civilization. I trust these will not be the words that ring in our children’s ears as they suffer the murderous brutality of muslims and Islam. The choice is ours.

“Evil is among us because we have invited that evil. We suffered much but we brought upon our own sufferings. The Devil would have had no power over us but we gave him that power. We became bondsman because we willed it; we are in despair because we brought despair to our neighbours. We died because we acquiesced in death. We were silent when we should have spoken in behalf of our brothers. For a moments security we looked away when our neighbour was robbed. In behalf of a false peace we postponed a war with evil when we should have not been moved from our places. At every step we compromised, when we knew there is no compromise with hell. If the Devil is guilty we are not guiltless. In his condemnation we are included. In a judgment against him we are also judged. May God have mercy on our souls.”

So what say you England, what say you?

Sincerely,

Don Laird
Box 6563
Edson, Alberta
Canada, T7E 1T9

Trooper — Royal Canadian Dragoons, 8^th Canadian Hussars 1981 – 1983  1985 – 1988