A candid message to British ex-servicemen of Cyprus…
It’s by no accident that Colonization was condemned by the UN and became internationally illegal in 1960, something that British politicians would’ve known about from way back in 1955; as the issue sat in the UN agenda for a few years, yet the British saw fit to exert their military authority on Cypriots right to the last minute in 1959!
Furthermore, Cyprus was under no obligation whatsoever to grant Britain any bases and should’ve had her entire territory returned in accordance with UN resolution 1514 (XV):
“The aspirations of the peoples of the Territories to achieve self-determination, and the international community's perception that United Nations Charter principles were being too slowly applied, led to the United Nations General Assembly's proclamation on 14 December 1960 of the “Declaration on the Granting of Independence to Colonial Countries and Peoples - resolution 1514 (XV).””
http://www.un.org/Depts/dpi/decolonizat ... ration.htm
The main UN Decolonization page can be found here…
http://www.un.org/Depts/dpi/decolonization/main.htm
I now ask you British ex-servicemen of Cyprus, what business did you and your comrades have in Cyprus so many hundreds of miles away from home, if not to impose your will on others?
If everyone would just stay PUT in their own homeland then half the world’s problems would be gone… but no! Some of us foolishly like to think that we have the “magic formula” to apply to others so they can be streamlined into our way of thinking and living despite the fact that our own house is an absolute mess! Even to this day, the US/UK still embark on colonialist adventures in the Middle East and elsewhere, oblivious to the UN Charter which they approved and signed!
Finally, much has been written about the 1955..59 events on Cyprus mostly by the British and Cypriots, but I encourage you all to read the following US government publication written in 2006, for an independent analysis on the events:
NB: Page 24 is where “Case Study Cyprus” begins from…
“TRAINING INDIGENOUS FORCES IN COUNTERINSURGENCY: A TALE OF TWO INSURGENCIES”
http://www.strategicstudiesinstitute.ar ... PUB648.pdf
Today, the average British ex-serviceman of Cyprus is around 75 years old, and many will no doubt have children and grandchildren to enjoy. If anything, at 75 it’s a time for reconciliation with your loved ones, but most importantly with God, but it’s certainly NOT a time to dig up old wounds about another time and another place so far away from home…
Regards, GR.
PS: Gregoris Afxentiou, the 29 year-old second-in-command of the EOKA movement, became a legendary figure to both his people and even some British! The ballad below was written by an anonymous English poet and appeared in the London "Tribune", on March 8th, 1957:
“Come out, come out, young Gregory, there’s guns all round your cave.
The sun’s rising over the mountains and you've only one life to save.
Your price is paid, young Gregory, while you sleep deep underground
For the man that brings the soldiers shall have five thousand pound.
Can't you hear their officer calling? He speaks your language plain,
So lift your hands and meet him and you'll see the sun again
Five men lay down together five men last night were brave,
But four went to daylight and one stayed in the cave
You're alone, young Gregory, your friends have gone from you,
They chose a life in prison and you may choose it too.
Come in, come in, he shouted, for I am but one man,
One man and his gun are waiting, come fetch me if you can.
They are sixty in the daylight and one in the dark within
But the one will not surrender and the sixty daren't go in.
So the guns begin to crackle and fast the bullets fly
And the sun young Gregory cannot see is noon-high in the sky
You bleed, you bleed, young Gregory now come out without shame,
A wounded man may save his life and there'll be none to blame.
But still young Gregory's shooting and the soldiers have no rest
And the hours pass ill darkness and the sun goes to the west.
Machine-guns go to fetch him, grenades are next to try,
Tear-gas is sent to blind him, the man who will not die.
Then the petrol barrels lumber out of the soldiers’ sight,
And the bullets set them burning and the cave is blazing bright,
But still the gun is speaking and the sixty hear the one
And the light is grey with evening and the battle is not done.
Now the engineers are busy, they lay their charge and train,
And the sixty men stand silent who need not shoot again,
And dynamite and petrol are piled among the rocks,
For when the hounds are wearied all's fair to kill a fox.
And the village on the hilltop is shaken with the din,
And when the cave is silent the sixty men go in.
Then the Governor came to tell them how bravely they had done,
for the regiment gained new honor when sixty men killed one.
But when brother speaks to brother and father to his son,
In the memory of his people young Gregory Lives on.”