I have been very fortunate to never have had to experience war firsthand. I've seen it from the safety of my home, but I've never had it in my backyard.
i've been thinking a lot lately about World War I and World War II. I wonder if they, specifically the women and men in Britain, could feel it coming? If the air somehow changed. If the whispers gathered and floated through the air, not heard, but felt. i'm sure they would've known that. It was headed their way because of the buildup and all the talk in the newspapers. but was there a little something extra that let them know their lives were about to change?
I ask this because I find myself wanting to move farther out of central London. It's not just the housing prices. It's something else. The whole country feels like we're waiting for some gust of wind to knock over our straw houses. And once it happens, once the houses are knocked over, the rest will be quick. It seems our opponent has been moving their pieces across the chessboard before we've even move our first pawn.
perhaps I'm being paranoid. Perhaps my willingness to watch the news these past few years is making me pay attention.