Tragedy and heroism

What a horror scene. A car deliberately used to plough down pedestrians; a woman falling from Westminster Bridge into the River Thames; a policeman who had just posed for tourist pictures dying from knife wounds.

What a heroic scene. The nurses rushing to help those struck down on the bridge, the Port of London boat quickly rescuing the woman from the water; politicians, other police, paramedics and members of the public struggling to revive the stabbed policeman. Those helpers must have known they were exposing themselves to a possible secondary attack by terrorists.

Then there were those who also put themselves in danger by trying to save the killer himself after he was shot by police.

One of my lasting impressions from the TV and social media images will be the faces of the heroes and witnesses, those whose thoughts were with the victims rather than their own safety. It looked to me like those unselfish people represented every race and creed.

That is London. It is a city for everyone, illustrated by the fact that the dead and injured included a party of French schoolchildren, that the woman who fell in the river was Romanian, one of the men who died was American, other victims came from South Korea, Italy, Poland, Greece, Germany. China. And the English included three policeman who had just come from a ceremony where they received commendations.

It was not just London, it was the world that was attacked last week, the free and peaceful world that may lose some battles but will win the war against evildoers like … no … I will not mention the sneaky coward’s name.

Instead, let’s commemorate the names of Police Constable Keith Palmer, Kurt Cochran from the USA, and Aysha Frade and Leslie Rhodes who both lived in London.

Rest in peace.

Savannah – the pirates are still there.


Savannah, pretty town

Like a girl in chemise nightgown

Sitting by the water

You were Georgia’s first daughter

 People mill about

Traders call and shout

My father knew your pride

But you had your darker side

 The pirates roamed from here

Drank your rum and beer

Savannah was their base

And hideout when they were chased

 Savannah, pretty town

Where mulberry trees abound

Do you still hide the master

Of piracy and disaster?

 For Captain Flint, the buccaneer

Sophisticated ruler of fear

Took the seas to his own

But Savannah was his throne


Captain Flint’s story is told in my book, “Tread Carefully on the Sea”.

And the pirates are in Savannah once more – the Doce Blant authors will be signing their books from 1pm, Sunday March 12th, at Barnes & Noble, Savannah, Georgia.

Tread Carefully on the Sea cover picture