I first posted this two years ago, since when the world has arguably become even more dangerous for innocent civilians, whatever their nationality or creed. As I feared, Syria is still very much at the forefront. I truly hope in another two years we will have sorted our collective shit out.
But I won’t be holding my breath.
Twelve years ago today, Mrs. Limey and I were aboard a charter flight to Crete. The journey had been largely uneventful until around an hour from landing, when the cabin crew grew suddenly and noticeably tense. They asked us, politely but firmly, to return the DVD players we had been watching, although with no explanation as to why. Clearly something was amiss.
What they knew, and we didn’t, was that 9-11 was underway.
We remained in ignorance right up until we reached our hotel room. Then, as is something of a holiday tradition, Mrs. L retired to the bathroom while I, rather than do something useful, like unpack, turned on the television to check out the exact number and nature of the available channels.
The television screen flickered into life, to reveal the unmistakeable skyline of New York. As I watched, a jet plane careened silently, as if in slow…
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