Archive for April, 2009

The victors usually write history.

The British Army’s time in Basra “Operation Tellic” may well be the exception to that rule.

The settled view in the Pentagon and in the Iraqi government is that the British army left the field of battle in Basra and evacuated the city abandoning its inhabitants to the rule of the pro-Iranian, militias.

During their barbaric rule the militias murdered scores of women in Basra for not being sufficiently Islamic.

While this city was under, effectively, mob rule the British were in Basra airfield “providing over watch”.

During this time a journalist friend of mine met with senior British army officers. These military men were aghast at what had transpired in Basra with one them stating that the withdrawal in the face of the Shia Militias was the greatest defeat of British arms since Tobruk in WW2.

I chimed in that I couldn’t see how Basra-humiliating as it was-could be worse than, say, Aden in the late 1960s.

The militias were evicted from Basra in 2008.

However it was the Iraqi army and the US marines who did the heavy lifting while the British  “provided over watch” from the safety of the airport.

The Iraq adventure exposed an army that was too small, poorly trained and badly equipped.

There was a steady trickle of stories into the British media of soldiers who died because they didn’t have body armour or enough ammunition or were travelling in poorly protected vehicles.

None of this made good reading.

Iraq should have taught Britain’s political elite that the UK is-finally- a medium size European power.

Tony Blair was quite emotional during a valedictory interview with journalist David Aaronoivitch that to be a middle ranking European power like France or Germany was “ not what I wanted for my country!”

The bare facts are that Britain cannot afford any more the entrance fee to the big boy’s game in global geo-politics.

One of the UK’s strongest cards since the Thatcher-Reagan era was the excellence of the UK’s armed forces.

Iraq found that this is, like most powerful images, a myth.

The British squaddie found himself in a “snatch land rover” that was no protection from IEDs armed with a rifle that the troops had little faith in.

They were up against a fanatical Islamist enemy who would die to inflict death on the infidel invader.

Ultimately Britain’s army did a deal with these militias –they left Basra palace and the city itself.

Today, as Britain formally hands over Basra to the Iraqi governmental and the US forces, the reality is that the UK’s armed forces have not had any major say in Basra for two years.

Today was about Britain spinning rather than winning.

The US officer taking formal charge of the British facility was gushing in his praise for the departing Brits.

Everyone was keeping to the script.

The real view of the US military was being kept firmly under wraps.

The US military’s view is that the Brits failed in Basra and were defeated by Islamist militias who were willing to bleed more for their cause.

There are other militias awaiting Britain’s small poorly equipped badly trained army.

They’re called the Taleban.

Over the next couple of decades the Taleban will bleed the ground crimson in Helmand province for their god and his prophet Mohammed.

The Taleban will force the British to do likewise.

If Iraq was Bush’s war then Afghanistan will be Obama’s war.

Britain will be forced to continue to send its fighting units to Helmand province.

The situation in south Asia looks increasingly like the old “Domino Theory” in action.

Pakistan could yet become a Cambodia eclipsing the Islamic Vietnam in the Hindu Kush.

It is not a fanciful war game to think of a 2nd term Obama administration committing troops into Pakistan.

The brutal reality of this “special relationship” is that the UK splurges blood and treasure and gets-in return- Bradfordistan in the home country.

There will be-I fear-many more Mohammad Sidique Khans with broad Yorkshire voices willing to die for “T’Prophet Mohamed like”.

When British troops last died in Basra and the Hindu Kush Westminster was the legislature of the world’s global super power.

What is Britain now?

If future leaders of the UK realise that Britannia’s days in the big league are over then, perhaps, they can concentrate on providing their people back home with security and a better life.

Foreign adventures at the behest of whoever is in the White House will deliver neither.

This was one of those days when-to stay indoors here in Donegal-one should really need a doctor’s certificate.

When the weather turns up in this part of the north of Ireland you wouldn’t consider a foreign holiday.

Twenty minutes drive from Letterkenny and you are in Glenveagh national park.

It was once a country estate in the days when the British landlord class held sway.

Now the entire estate including the castle is owned by the nation.

Proper order.

Lough Beagh itself is a wonder.

For anyone who knows Loch Lomond-all 20 odd miles of it-think of a scale model-2.5 miles long.

The similarity is striking.

Apparently it was the same geological process that created them. Just the Donegal glacier was tiny in comparison to the one that carved out Loch Lomond.

For those of us in this Republic who think that we cant get anything right at all then they should visit Glenveagh National Park. The place is a credit to all those who work there.

The trail from the visitors centre to the castle was-for me- full if memories from the time when my brood were toddlers on the big adventure up to the magic castle.

Today I was accompanied by my 16-year-old son who, in the passing, mentioned the design of Galileo’s telescope and a 12-year-old daughter who stretched her father’s lexicon apropos matters avifauna.

The halfway point of our trek was Glenveagh castle, which these days is   fully equipped with a well-regarded tearoom.

The cakes and tarts are made on the premises and you really can taste that!

The castle was built by local hands for the benefit of one of the moist hated landlords in Irish history.

John George “Jack” Adair.

Adair behaved like a feudal overlord in his estate and ordered the forces of the crown to carry out the notorious evictions of Derryveagh in 1861. 

 

As you approach the castle you   can take the path through the ornamental gardens.

 

The gardens around the castle are a wonder. I have been walking through there for at least 15 years.

I have yet to spot anything out of place, anything untidy or requiring attention.

This paradise was once maintained for the pleasure of the lady of the castle Adair’s American wife Cornelia Wadsworth Ritchie, the widowed daughter of a wealthy family from upstate New York.

For the lady’s pleasure Rhododendrons were planted.

These vicious incomers set about strangling the life out of the local Birchwood trees that give the place its name.

For the last ten years the lads who work there have hacked, sawed and drilled.

Now all around Glenveagh is only native trees are to be seen

It was in the courtyard of Glenveagh castle where my other daughter Roisin first realised that she could run.

Each burst of running completed she laughed out loud!

Then another burst of running.

More laughing.

The joy she was experiencing was so infectious that a group of surly German tourists-all male-and clearly from central casting started to lighten up.

Several of them started laughing too.

Stuck in the house with the cold and a pile of homework we knew Miss Cool herself would be mortified at such a reminiscence.

However her dad and her brother enjoyed the memory and telling her little sister what big sister Roisin was like as a toddler.

When Glenveagh castle was built by local hands to accommodate Adair and his ilk my kids would have been of the age to skivvy and work around the place. 

My grandmother in County Mayo was reared in the age of the Big House.

When I was a teenager ion the 1970s she was delighted    the extent to which the landed gentry at Westport House had fallen on relatively hard times.

She remembered when Lord Altamont and his lot were-truly-the lords of the manor.

Glenveagh is for everyone and all who visit there are welcomed equally. The landlord class and their empire are gone.

The mere Irish own Adair’s castle and it is there for everyone on a gorgeous day like today.

The people who work hard everyday do so for a good wage under good conditions. No forelocks have to be tugged anymore.

These are the good old days.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

A few weeks ago I met some lovely people in a Galway hotel. We spent two days together and how we bonded!

I think the high point of the week end was-on the Sunday morning-one of my new friends was fairly close to rendering me unconscious as he squeezed my trachea back into my spine.

Struggle as I did he held the chokehold fast. There was no getting out, as he was much stronger than I.

Then, just when it seemed hopeless and the room was starting to get fuzzy, I made enough wriggle room for my head to turn just slightly.

I sank my teeth into his arm like-like I really meant it.

My new friend-Eoin-screamed in agony.  He relaxed his grip just enough-it was all I needed.  I spun around and attacked his eyes, ears and throat.

I must have looked like something from a wildlife film

Game over.

Patrick Cumiskey, a trained psychotherapist, was standing a few feet away smiling serenely like a Tibetan monk.

His face beamed approval.

After all I had done exactly as Patrick had asked.

“Nice shred Phil.” He opined.

Over those two days an entirely new lexicon of gutter fighting was introduced to me.

“The shredder” “Crazy Monkey” are two of the terms that now mean something to me and, more importantly, to my reflexes.

Patrick Cumiskey is on of the few qualified Krav Maga instructors in Ireland.

 

 

Krav Maga has a tough history.

It was invented by Imi Lichtenfeld in the 1930s. Lichtenfeld was a young Jewish street fighter who realsied that  the streets of his native Bratislava were going to become increasingly deadly for Jews.

When Imi Lichtenfeld moved to British controlled Palestine he became involved in the insurgency that would eject the British from the Holy Land.

Krav Maga is  taught to everyone in the Israeli Defence forces and,increasinhgly, to military establishments across the world.

Patrick himself has taught these no nonsense techniques to our own Army Ranger Wing as well as the US Navy SEALs and Delta Force.

Over those two days, Patrick was also able to commuciate the essential ethos of Krav Maga.

Basically don’t be a victim, if you doubt yourself in a fight then you’re outrnumbered.

Krav Maga uses the  human body’s natural weapons and natural reflexes under pressure.

The basics can ,lieterally, be learned in a couple of days and, crucially, remembered.

If,at any time the specifics of a move were forgotten the Krava Maga is:

“JUST FUCKING HIT HIM!”

The animalistic way I had dealt with Eoin my helpful mugger is just what Patrick  wants to see emereging from his students.

Patrick  wasn’t short of illuminating anecdotes to flag up  either the effiucay of Krav Maga techniques or the essential thinking behind the system.

He told us of a friend who was a prominet boxer (I wont name him).

Patrick had remarked to him that:

“I’ll tell you one thing   mate   I would like to meet you in the ring!”

To which the reply was:

“Patrick I wouldn’t like to meet you in the gutter!”

My fellow eye gougers were a very mixed bunch. There was a lady from Brazil and her biker boyfriend.  There were some young men with an interest in martial arts.  Most of those participating, however, were middle-aged professional like myself. There were also two police officers taking the course in their own time.

The fact that 25 people were sweating in this conference room in a warm weekend in Galway perhaps says a lot about the nature of Irish society.

The streets of Irish cities are no longer safe in a way they were, say, twenty years ago.

Gangs of feral boys roam our inner city areas and the chance of being afflicted by some closing time madness seems to become greater with every passing weekend.

If you’re reading this and you live in Ireland I would suggest that you consider looking at the following dates and contacting Patrick Cumiskey.

It could actually save your life.

Here are the next available dates for our training course

 

 

 

Cork           2 Day Course               April 25/26

 

Dublin        12 Week Course           April 20           Just 5 Places left

 

Dublin         2 Day Course                May 16/17      7 Places left

 

http://www.kravmagaireland.com/

 

 

 

 

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