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Finally I left and traveled south.
A year spent in internment had been enough for me.
My business lay ruined and my family had fled already.
I stayed.
I stayed because this land had been my home.
I stayed because my roots were here.
They came and they told me I did not belong.
They ordered me to leave.
I refused.
They put me in a camp on the border.
My home lay two hundred miles north.
They denied me my livelihood.
They took it for themselves.
They did not break me.
I would not allow them to do that.
Their inhumanity astounded me.
I did not show it.
I received word that my wife and sons were settled.
Electronic communication was not allowed and letters were censored
but my wife and children know the old ways.
They told me it was safe where they were and they begged me to join them.
Certain now that they were safe I left the internment camp.
My face must have been grim for no one dare to stop me.
I walked that last mile south to the border.
I knew there would be guards on the northern side at least.
At the border one soldier tried to stop me.
I said but one word and he broke into a grin.
“I will come with you.” said the young man.
“This land is not fit for you nor I.”
We strolled the few hundred metres to freedom and all that it meant.
The young soldier shook my hand and we parted.
My wife stood waiting to greet me as I passed into civilization.
We hugged and kissed and finally I cried.
She took me to our new home safe in the hills.
My children greeted me and I held them close.
“I had to wait until you were safe.” I explained gently.
“I would not have you at the mercy of those men.”
We watched the news that night all in the safety of England.
In Scotland there were more food riots.
The Edinburgh parliament was surrounded by crowds of angry people.
“Salmond betrayed them.” my wife said softly.
“He promised and he promised but all his words were lies.”
Safe in my new home I thought of my old one.
We had lived there for nigh on thirty years.
I thought of myself as a local.
I was wrong of course.
I was still the enemy to be hounded out of my home.
My only crime was to be an Englishman in iScotland.
Andy Fox 240814
note.
iScotland is what the Scottish nationalists call what may be,and i damn well hope will not happen,independent Scotland.
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