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Stand with Ukraine

February 24, 2022 8:34 PM
By Ellen Nicholson
Stand with Ukraine ()I woke up early this morning, and saw the first reports of the Russian invasion of Ukraine.
The misery of a war, separation of loved ones, uncertainty and heartbreak is heart rendering, not least because this is our soil, European soil and so close to us. Few of us now remember WWII in living memory, but many of us remember the conflicts of the Cold War, the IRA, the Balkans, Iraq, Afghanistan ... war and conflict seem never ending
NATO troops are already on the borders of Ukraine. Tonight NATO is said to be preparing troops on the ground despite Vladimir Putin's "nuke threat".
The military alliance has activated defence plans and would boost the alliance's "deterrence and defence" by adding to land, sea and air forces on its eastern flank.
That's as well as reportedly putting some 100 warplanes on high alert and comes after Russian forces entered Chernobyl to seize the nuclear plant today.
That's our troops that are being deployed, we know that the UK is doubling the number of personnel in Estonia and sent additional equipment, including tanks and armoured fighting vehicles.
We need a strong response from Government, sadly what we have is a compromised Government, Conservatives with links to Russian personnel close to Putin, donations to their party, compromised on security, complacent and weak, isolated from our allies by a shallow, untruthful and power hungry Prime Minister.
Stand with Ukraine, demand stronger sanctions, demand changes to party donations, demand transparency and be prepared for the humanitarian response that will be needed.
Hug your family and friends a little closer tonight.
And finally I'm reminded too of Wilfred Owen and his futility of war poem
Move him into the sun-
Gently its touch awoke him once,
At home, whispering of fields half-sown.
Always it woke him, even in France,
Until this morning and this snow.
If anything might rouse him now
The kind old sun will know.
Think how it wakes the seeds-
Woke once the clays of a cold star.
Are limbs, so dear-achieved, are sides
Full-nerved, still warm, too hard to stir?
Was it for this the clay grew tall?
-O what made fatuous sunbeams toil
To break earth's sleep at all?