“C’est la guerre”

Early in December 1942 an ageing ocean liner slipped quietly out of the protective embrace of convoy ON149 and charting an evasive course, steamed away, unescorted, for the South Atlantic. A contemporary of the Titanic – under construction as that ship embarked on her maiden voyage – this was the last and by far theContinue reading ““C’est la guerre””

Crossing boundaries

I fear it takes a long time to overcome early conditioning. Although I have long since removed myself from the influence of Catholicism and the Jesuits, that nagging imperative to seek fulfilment in placing the needs of others ahead of my own remains deep rooted. I suspect I may never be entirely free of theContinue reading “Crossing boundaries”