Articles by Blown Periphery

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…]

DUNCAN Great happiness! ROSS That now Sweno, the Norways’ king, craves composition: Nor would we deign him burial of his men Till he disbursed at Saint Colme’s inch Ten thousand dollars to our general use. [more…]

This is the final part of the War Crimes Trilogy. The protagonists will go on to a well-deserved retirement, some having made it, while others haven’t. All people who have served on active service and [more…]