Dave

Twenty-two years the lads from Lakenheath have drunk in my pub. Stag dos. Two weddings out the back. I have got a squadron patch behind the bar older than my daughter.

Tonight: four in, one pint each, gone by half nine. Nobody said a word about any of it and everybody thought about nothing else.

I do not know who I am supposed to be angry at and I am too tired to work it out.

They have shut the gates from the outside.

Twenty-two years those lads have been in my pub. There is a bloke called Marcus who taught my daughter to throw a football on the green out the back. He is behind a fence this morning and my army put him there.

I have not got a flag to wave. I am just going to open at eleven like always.

Everyone in this thread has an opinion about international law and I have an opinion about Marcus, who is 24, from Ohio, and who fixed my generator for free in the storm two winters ago.

He is behind a fence this morning. That is all the law I have got in me today.

Woke up at ten past four to what I thought was thunder.

I am fifty-eight years old and I have just heard a war start over my own house.