With even the brilliant autumn sunshine failing to make its mark, Stratford upon Avon looked very sad today. Empty (ish). With the only thing noticeable and different were the lines of people queuing for coffee. Well dressed refugees desperate for sustenance is how it looked to me (didn’t take me long to join them).
If I didn’t know better, I could have sworn I was looking at an old post-war photographs of war-weary citizens queuing outside the butchers to collect their weekly rationing of meat. Well wrapped against the beginnings of winter this time and mostly masked, but war weary all the same. Albeit a different kind of war.
Mind you, our war is one of casualties too. Lists are produced on a nightly basis of those who didn’t make it and of those who were ‘wounded’ in action.
The other main difference of course is the enemy. In our modern cause it is of course, the Virus and sadly, but common to every war also, the enemy within.
Some of the deaths we know full well could be avoided.
In fact some of the deaths are not directly the work of some faceless enemy, but are in fact deaths brought on by traitorous behaviour, ‘friendly fire’ as some might have it, or, another way of putting it, a phrase commonly used in conflicts world-wide, ‘Blue on Blue’ incidents.
Of course, what I’m talking about here are deaths occurring because the present-day precautions issued (masks), aren’t being followed. So if you will allow, I will use another unpleasant wartime word, ‘Quisling’, to describe those who walk around mask less in these dangerous times, caring only for themselves and their own particular lifestyles.
Quisling: Another name for a traitor who collaborates with an enemy force occupying their country.