We have just returned from a wonderful holiday in northern Spain. We were largely cut off from the big cities and the main tourist areas but with the marvels of digital technology one
can still follow the world's ills anywhere on the planet - even in remote areas. And as we approached Portsmouth on the ferry on our return from Spain yesterday my phone picked up the news that American Senator Lindsey Graham had "unexpectedly died after a short illness". As I stood watching the great Portsmouth naval dockyards slip by I read of Graham's demise I thought back to last Last Monday when I had sat on a lovely Spanish beach and read that the madman
Trump was threatening to "annihilate Iran in 15 minutes"
if they didn't comply with his pernicious, mendacious and
dysphemistic demands. Later, that same day, I read that Trump's America is planning
to extend its military hardware - including nuclear weapons - at the
many US bases in the UK. Presumably so he can annihilate, in 15
minutes, Iran or anyone else he dislikes; and I wondered if Lyndsey Graham had put those dreadful words into Trump's mouth and encouraged him in his ramping up of military might.

So, as our ferry docked and we made our way back to our cars deep in the bowels of the ferry I thought back to our little trip last Tuesday; it had a certain terrible resonance. We had gone to a place I have long wished to visit. Our trip was to Gernika
(or Guernica as it is frequently referred to). Gernika is a town that
was the first site of a modern day war crime when in April 1938,
during the Spanish Civil War, Hitler and Mussolini carpet bombed this
sleepy Spanish town. They bombed it on Monday April 26th when they
knew that the town would be packed with local people all attending
the town’s famous Monday market. The rebuilt town now hosts an
international museum for peace to commemorate that awful event and
to promote world peace and human rights; it is a place to make you
step back and think.
But
more famous than the museum is the mighty work by artist Pablo
Picasso which is simply called "Guernica" - a huge abstract
work in black and white that portrays with terrible potency the
horror of war and the terrible events in April 1938 at the height of
the Spanish Civil War. This great work of art (the original is kept
in Madrid) - one of the world's great cultural, national, and ethical
artifacts - proves the truth of the saying that "a picture
paints a thousand words". Oh, that today's world had an
artist of Picasso's calibre and ethical standing to depict the horror
and gross immorality of 2026 America, Israel, and Russia; of all
those, like Trump, who seek to bring pain and suffering upon
innocents.

Guernica
was only the start so far as modern war crimes are concerned. In the
years since we have had many: Hiroshima, Nagasaki, the My Lai
massacre, several other dreadful events in Vietnam all done on the
orders of American presidents. But, of course, America does not have
a monopoly of war crimes – Russia, Israel and various Balkan
nations have all played their part in desecrating and destroying
humanity simply because they could in places like Bosnia, Ukraine,
Gaza, or Sudan – to name but four. And now we are promised more of
the same by Trump in Iran. But we Brits are not guilt free. We might
like to think we are all good chaps, a Christian nation of honour,
decency and compassion but the reality is different. The 2nd
World War was all but over in February 1945, Germany was being
invaded on all fronts by Russian, French, American and British
troops. But, for reasons never fully or satisfactorily explained,
Churchill agreed to the request from Arthur “Bomber” Harris, the
chief of the RAF, to obliterate Dresden and its population. Over 4
nights over 1200 heavy bombers dropped over 3900 tons of high
explosives and incendiary devices on Dresden. It resulted in a fire
storm killing more than 25,000 civilians and laying waste to much of
the city. We hypocritical Brits are not untarnished or above immoral
action; we are quite capable of war crimes when the feeling takes us.
It
seems that mankind, and especially American presidents, do not care
how many innocents are "annihilated" at their behest and
command. Life is cheap and expendable if you are of that frame of
mind and have the power to bring death and destruction on those who
you dislike. Mankind hasn’t moved on much since the time of the mighty and terrible Emperors Darius and Xerxes of the ancient world, or of Genghis Khan, Attila the Hun or Ivan the Terrible. I wonder
if Hitler, Mussolini, American President Harry Truman or even our own
Churchill had used Trump's cheap and callous words, whispered by some unpleasant ancestor of Lindsey Graham: "We're gonna’
annihilate Gernika/Hiroshima/Nagasaki/Dresden in 15
minutes.......!" when planning the destruction of these
cities and their inhabitants?
So
we had walked silently through the Museum de la Paz (the Peace Museum),
looked at the horrifying black and white images of the bombing of
Gernika and other war crimes across the world. We watched videos of
old people recalling that terrible day in 1938, feeling their rage
and sorrow. And at last we stood in front of Picasso's great work
while the busy and lovely modern town of Gernika got on with its 2026
life. And 3000 miles away in Washington a mad President planned the
annihilation of a nation, a people and a culture and sends more of
his weapons of war to be stored and used from British soil. And as I
stood in front of Picasso's work the words of ”Blowin’
in the wind”, Bob Dylan's great 1960s
plea for compassion, freedom
and peace filled
my mind:
"How many roads must a man walk down
Before you call him a man?
How many seas must a white dove sail
Before she sleeps in the sand?
Yes, and how many times must the cannonballs fly
Before they're forever banned?
The answer, my friend, is blowin' in the wind
The answer is blowin' in the wind.
Yes, and how many years must a mountain exist
Before it is washed to the sea?
Yes, and how many years can some people exist
Before they're allowed to be free?
Yes, and how many times can a man turn his head
And pretend that he just doesn't see
The answer, my friend, is blowin' in the wind
The answer is blowin' in the wind.
Yes, and how many times must a man look up
Before he can see the sky?
Yes, and how many ears must one man have
Before he can hear people cry?
Yes, and how many deaths will it take 'til he knows
That too many people have died?
The answer, my friend, is blowin' in the wind
The answer is blowin' in the wind"
Yet, as I stood, humbled and in awe, before Picasso’s thought provoking masterpiece, other, long forgotten, words came, echoing through my mind. And the years rolled back 60 years to my youth, and the war crime that was Vietnam. The words of "Masters of War" are not a plea for peace or compassion but are Dylan’s great and terrible 1963 damnation of those who produce and profit from war written at the height of Vietnam – and seemed, as I stood in front of Picasso’s masterpiece, to be more prescient today than ever. Dylan’s excoriating words were a philippic attack on those that made weapons and profited from the killing fields: the great oligarchs and billionaires who had the ear of President Kennedy, LBJ and Richard Nixon - and today promote Trump and fund his evil desires; the five star generals and the Senator Lindsey Grahams of this world who encourage him, lie for him and ensure that their weapons of death are sited in far off lands so that America might be "protected" and their own pockets lined with gold. And all this while others, the innocents - the expendable, collateral damage that is humanity, must die in order that the American dream can be fulfilled, that the dollar can ride roughshod over the rest of humanity and that another American President can preen and boast of his power and America’s might and self righteousness:
"Come, you masters of war
You that build the big guns
You that build the death planes
You that build all the bombs
You that hide behind walls
You that hide behind desks
I just want you to know
I can see through your masks
You that never done nothin'
But build to destroy
You play with my world
Like it's your little toy
You put a gun in my hand
And you hide from my eyes
And you turn and run farther
When the fast bullets fly
Like Judas of old
You lie and deceive
A world war can be won
You want me to believe
But I see through your eyes
And I see through your brain
Like I see through the water
That runs down my drain
You fasten all the triggers
For the others to fire
Then you sit back and watch
While the death count gets higher
You hide in your mansion
While the young peoples' blood
Flows out of their bodies
And is buried in the mud
You've thrown the worst fear
That can ever be hurled
Fear to bring children
Into the world
For threatenin' my baby
Unborn and unnamed
You ain't worth the blood
That runs in your veins
How much do I know
To talk out of turn?
You might say that I'm young
You might say I'm unlearned
But there's one thing I know
Though I'm younger than you
That even Jesus would never
Forgive what you do
Let me ask you one question
Is your money that good?
Will it buy you forgiveness?
Do you think that it could?
I think you will find
When your death takes its toll
All the money you made
Will never buy back your soul
And I hope that you die
And your death will come soon
I'll follow your casket
On a pale afternoon
I'll watch while you're lowered
Down to your deathbed
And I'll stand over your grave
'Til I'm sure that you're dead"
Our
little act of homage done, we left Picasso’s great work and
wondered down Gernika’s silent lunchtime streets that had once
echoed to the roar of German and Italian bombers and the terrifying
sounds and sights of death. We made our way back to the town centre,
subdued at what we had seen and where we had been. We enjoyed a
lovely and gentle lunch and tried to think of of pleasanter things.
Lunch done, a short drive took us to Mundaka a lovely little resort
where we sat for a couple of hours enjoying the July sun, the view
and the silence; a far cry from the evil ravings of the American
president and his squalid supporters, who now are the face what was
once, perhaps, a more respected, and certainly a more honourable
nation, but is now a place of hateful deceit and violent, immoral
deeds.

So, we sat gazing out onto a peaceful beach and a gently
rolling sea, our minds still plagued by the news that appeared on our
mobile phones of Trump’s plans and pronouncements and of the couple
of hours we had spent in Gernika. And the words of another long
learned verse came to me, reminding me that humanity’s capacity for
evil is an ever present: Osbert Sitwell’s poignant and witheringly
cutting “The Next War”. Written in 1919 in the
aftermath of the 1st World War, Sitwell, as many others of
his generation, knew that another war was inevitable; and like Bob
Dylan he pointed a finger at those who promote and profit from war,
who raise the call to arms and encourage young men to go to their
deaths in the hell of the trenches to put gold in the pockets of
weapon makers and power in the hands of politicians. Sitwell knew, as
we all know, that men like Hitler, Mussolini, Churchill, Trump,
Putin and Netanyahu are only able to do the things that they do
because others support, promote, finance and ultimately make real
their sadistic and evil ideas; powerful fixers, manipulators, power brokers and wealth seekers like the late Senator Graham who are at the root of evil. Sitwell's words are both painfully true and
prophetic - and more relevant today in 2026 than they were when he wrote the over a century ago:"The long war had ended.
Its miseries had grown faded.
Deaf men became difficult to talk to,
Heroes became bores.
Those alchemists
Who had converted blood into gold
Had grown elderly.
But they held a meeting,
Saying,
'We think perhaps we ought
To put up tombs
Or erect altars
To those brave lads
Who were so willingly burnt,
Or blinded,
Or maimed,
Who lost all likeness to a living thing,
Or were blown to bleeding patches of flesh
For our sakes.
It would look well.
Or we might even educate the children.'
But the richest of these wizards
Coughed gently;
And he said:
'I have always been to the front
-In private enterprise-,
I yield in public spirit
To no man.
I think yours is a very good idea
- A capital idea -
And not too costly . . .
But it seems to me
That the cause for which we fought
Is again endangered.
What more fitting memorial for the fallen
Than that their children
Should fall for the same cause?'
Rushing eagerly into the street,
The kindly old gentlemen cried
To the young:
'Will you sacrifice
Through your lethargy
What your fathers died to gain ?
The world must be made safe for the young!'
And the children
Went. . . ."

We
should heed the words of Dylan and Sitwell and the brush of Picasso
if mankind is not to sacrifice itself at the altar of death and
annihilation promoted and sponsored by Donald Trump, his cohorts and
other American, Israeli and Russian – and yes, British -
“masters of war”. Like monsters of the past they seek only
profit and power at the expense of innocents. Never
were the dreadful words of the ancient Greek general
and statesman
Thucydides
more
true than now in 2026, 3000
years after they were first written.
Thucydides’
great work
- “The Peloponnesian
War” - is
required study for
all officers in training at
the world’s leading military colleges:
America’s West
Point,
Britain’s Sandhurst,
France’s Saint
Cyr,
Russia’s Mikhailovskaya
Academy,
Germany’s Budeswehr
Staff College,
and Israel’s Camp
Dayan. At
each of these illustrious and disciplined institutions the men and
women who will make, carry out and command war learn military
strategy, diplomacy,
principles
of
command
and the art
and execution
of power from Thucydides’
writing.
And they learn, too,
Thucydides’
great maxim and truth about
power, in Chapter 5 "The Melian Dialogues" that
"The
strong do what they will
and the weak suffer what they must".
I
first read those
words
in the summer of 1965 – Thucydides
was
on the pre-course
reading
list for my teacher training course. I still have my copy bought for
6 shillings over 60 years ago and Thucydides’ great truth is
underlined in pencil on page 360 of its faded and well thumbed pages.
The
residents of Gernika, may
never have read Thucydides but they
learned and
suffered its
truth and
its terrible consequences
in April 1938 at
the hands of German and Italian
bombers, when
the bombers of
“the strong”
did “what
they willed”
and “the
weak”
innocents of Gernika “suffered
what they must”.
Today,
the innocents of Gaza, Ukraine and Iran are
learning and
suffering
that
same lesson at the hands of Israel, Russia and Trump and Lindsey Graham's America.
Mankind - and especially the American people - should be ashamed of their country, their elected leaders and themselves.