Articles by Blown Periphery

Operation Palliser – May 2000 Jarvis was at his parents’ house, being spoiled rotten by his mother and indulged by his father. But the happy families’ illusion was deceptive, because he knew that his parents [more…]

Operation Agricola – Kosovo 1999 The problem with a weak, compliant, unquestioning and corrupt mainstream media, is that it enabled corrupt, Champagne Marxist politicians, such as Anthony Charles Lynton Blair to become the British Prime [more…]

January 1997 – Salisbury Plain It could have been anywhere, Northern Ireland, Bosnia, but this time it was Wiltshire. The C130 rattled the window frames as it passed 200 feet above the houses below, leaving [more…]

Jarvis got hold of a couple of jerry cans of diesel fuel that morning and topped up the Land Rover. While Danny DI’d the vehicle he made a call on the radio briefly outlining yesterday’s [more…]

Jarvis had a well-established routine and fitted in well with the headquarters staff, all of whom were senior in rank to him but accepted him as a good operator. He quickly had a handle on [more…]

It was rather a strange experience for Lance Corporal Jarvis, who had worried that he might be out of his depth in the brigade headquarters. While it was true that he saw very little of [more…]

Ah, good father, Thou seest, the heavens, as troubled with man’s act, Threaten his bloody stage: by the clock, ’tis day, And yet dark night strangles the travelling lamp: Is’t night’s predominance, or the day’s [more…]

And, for an earnest of a greater honour, He bade me, from him, call thee thane of Cawdor: In which addition, hail, most worthy thane! For it is thine. They completed their P Company course, [more…]

ROSS The king hath happily received, Macbeth, The news of thy success; and when he reads Thy personal venture in the rebels’ fight, His wonders and his praises do contend Which should be thine or [more…]