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Loading ...Well, I just say good on him for going out there. In the eyes of some it seems like he is damned if he does and damned if he doesn’t. He’s either a spoilt party boy, or he’s a cynical tool of the MoD and Buckingham Palace PR machines.
Prince Harry at war
By Will 5 months ago Leave a comment on this post
What does it say about the modern world that Prince Harry can lead a “relatively normal life” as a soldier in Afghanistan, arguably more normal than his life in this country? Judging by the interview he gave to the BBC yesterday, his few weeks out there were probably the highlight of his life so far. Just let him get on with it; all this nonsense about him being a sitting target for the Taliban is ridiculous. He’s not strolling the wadis on his own. He’s part of the army and attached to the Gurkhas.
On the other hand, Mick Smith - whose always enjoyable blog often gives snippets of defence news that might otherwise slip by unnoticed - suggests we might have made Harry a marked man for the rest of his life. Isn’t he already? If the Taliban or an Islamic extremist in the UK wanted to take a pot shot at him, they could - regardless of his involvement in Afghanistan. He and the Royals are sitting ducks every day of their lives, so why not just let them try and lead a normal life - even if that is at war?
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3 Responses to “Prince Harry at war”
March 1st, 2008 at 7.17 am
March 8th, 2008 at 9.44 am
dont have guts to publish a post on australia’s loss to india? y name ur blog as a cricket blog? instead publish a blog for the racist aussies alone
March 25th, 2008 at 8.59 pm
Aslam.
I must agree that this webpage seems to be about cricket, but I must ask you where you get the connection between Prince Harry and your supposed racist Australians? Do you not realise that Prince Harry is English?
I have run into racism, sexism and forms of elitism in every country I have visited. As a medical volunteer working for several months a year in many countries that to have an Australian working along side you is truly a boom. In their country I was treated with respect by most and with indifference by those few who may have not liked the colour of my skin (I am Somali but lived most of my adult life in the UK and France). They are in many respects like the English I grew up with except in a slightly warmer and happy-go-lucky manner. In some cases the worst treatment I received from an Australian was a 100 fold better than some of the treatment I was subjected to in places where my husband and I have volunteered to work during famine reliefs, natural disasters and the occasional border conflict.
