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99 | spare.txt | 176 | It also looked magical. |
99 | spare.txt | 177 | The more we stared, the brighter<span class="Apple-converted-space"> </span></span></p> <p class="p2"><span class="s1">it got—was that possible? |
99 | spare.txt | 178 | And the glow was seemingly internal. |
99 | spare.txt | 179 | The jewels<span class="Apple-converted-space"> </span></span></p> <p class="p2"><span class="s1">did their part, but the crown seemed to possess some inner energy source,<span class="Apple-converted-space"> </span></span></p> <p class="p2"><span class="s1">something beyond the sum of its parts, its jeweled band, its go... |
99 | spare.txt | 180 | And of course its ermine<span class="Apple-converted-space"> </span></span></p> <p class="p2"><span class="s1">base. |
99 | spare.txt | 181 | You couldn’t help but feel that a ghost, encountered late at night inside<span class="Apple-converted-space"> </span></span></p> <p class="p2"><span class="s1">the Tower, might have a similar glow. |
99 | spare.txt | 182 | I moved my eyes slowly,<span class="Apple-converted-space"> </span></span></p> <p class="p3"><span class="s1"></span><br></p> <p class="p3"><span class="s1"></span><br></p> <p class="p2"><span class="s1">261<span class="Apple-converted-space"> </span></span></p> <p class="p3"><span class="s1"></span><br></p> <p class="... |
99 | spare.txt | 183 | :me/Afghansalarlibrary<span class="Apple-converted-space"> </span></span></p> <p class="p3"><span class="s1"></span><br></p> <p class="p3"><span class="s1"></span><br></p> <p class="p2"><span class="s1">appreciatively, from the bottom to the top. |
99 | spare.txt | 184 | The crown was a wonder, a<span class="Apple-converted-space"> </span></span></p> <p class="p2"><span class="s1">transcendent and evocative piece of art, not unlike the poppies, but all I<span class="Apple-converted-space"> </span></span></p> <p class="p2"><span class="s1">could think in that moment was how tragic that ... |
99 | spare.txt | 185 | The Invictus Games<span class="Apple-converted-space"> </span></span></p> <p class="p2"><span class="s1">were born.<span class="Apple-converted-space"> </span></span></p> <p class="p3"><span class="s1"></span><br></p> <p class="p2"><span class="s1">It had been decided that the International Warrior Games was a tongue<s... |
99 | spare.txt | 186 | A clever Royal Marine had then come up with this far<span class="Apple-converted-space"> </span></span></p> <p class="p2"><span class="s1">better alternative.<span class="Apple-converted-space"> </span></span></p> <p class="p3"><span class="s1"></span><br></p> <p class="p2"><span class="s1">As soon as he suggested it w... |
99 | spare.txt | 187 | After the William<span class="Apple-converted-space"> </span></span></p> <p class="p2"><span class="s1">Ernest Henley poem!<span class="Apple-converted-space"> </span></span></p> <p class="p3"><span class="s1"></span><br></p> <p class="p2"><span class="s1">Every Brit knew that poem. |
99 | spare.txt | 188 | Many had the first line by heart.<span class="Apple-converted-space"> </span></span></p> <p class="p3"><span class="s1"></span><br></p> <p class="p2"><span class="s1">Out of the night that covers me...<span class="Apple-converted-space"> </span></span></p> <p class="p3"><span class="s1"></span><br></p> <p class="p2"><s... |
99 | spare.txt | 189 | Near Albert Bridge. |
99 | spare.txt | 190 | Beaten,<span class="Apple-converted-space"> </span></span></p> <p class="p2"><span class="s1">shaken. |
99 | spare.txt | 191 | We took him to the nearest police station, where he signed a<span class="Apple-converted-space"> </span></span></p> <p class="p2"><span class="s1">statement. |
99 | spare.txt | 192 | Then we drove him home.<span class="Apple-converted-space"> </span></span></p> <p class="p3"><span class="s1"></span><br></p> <p class="p2"><span class="s1">Along the way he kept thanking me for coming to his rescue.<span class="Apple-converted-space"> </span></span></p> <p class="p3"><span class="s1"></span><br></p> <... |
99 | spare.txt | 193 | What friends are for.<span class="Apple-converted-space"> </span></span></p> <p class="p3"><span class="s1"></span><br></p> <p class="p3"><span class="s1"></span><br></p> <p class="p2"><span class="s1">63.<span class="Apple-converted-space"> </span></span></p> <p class="p3"><span class="s1"></span><br></p> <p class="p3... |
99 | spare.txt | 194 | I’d never wanted<span class="Apple-converted-space"> </span></span></p> <p class="p2"><span class="s1">a desk. |
99 | spare.txt | 195 | I couldn’t bear sitting at a desk. |
99 | spare.txt | 196 | My father loved his desk, seemed<span class="Apple-converted-space"> </span></span></p> <p class="p2"><span class="s1">pinned to it, enamored of it, surrounded by his books and mailbags. |
99 | spare.txt | 197 | That<span class="Apple-converted-space"> </span></span></p> <p class="p2"><span class="s1">was never me.<span class="Apple-converted-space"> </span></span></p> <p class="p3"><span class="s1"></span><br></p> <p class="p2"><span class="s1">I was also given a new task. |
99 | spare.txt | 198 | Refine my knowledge of the Apache.<span class="Apple-converted-space"> </span></span></p> <p class="p2"><span class="s1">Perhaps on the way to becoming an instructor. |
99 | spare.txt | 199 | That was a job I thought<span class="Apple-converted-space"> </span></span></p> <p class="p2"><span class="s1">might be fun. |
99 | spare.txt | 200 | Teaching others to fly.<span class="Apple-converted-space"> </span></span></p> <p class="p3"><span class="s1"></span><br></p> <p class="p2"><span class="s1">But it wasn’t. |
99 | spare.txt | 201 | It just didn’t feel like my calling.<span class="Apple-converted-space"> </span></span></p> <p class="p3"><span class="s1"></span><br></p> <p class="p2"><span class="s1">Once again I broached the idea of going back to the war. |
99 | spare.txt | 202 | Once again the<span class="Apple-converted-space"> </span></span></p> <p class="p2"><span class="s1">answer was a hard no. |
99 | spare.txt | 203 | Even if the Army was inclined to send me,<span class="Apple-converted-space"> </span></span></p> <p class="p2"><span class="s1">Afghanistan was winding down.<span class="Apple-converted-space"> </span></span></p> <p class="p3"><span class="s1"></span><br></p> <p class="p2"><span class="s1">Libya was heating up, though. |
99 | spare.txt | 204 | How about that?<span class="Apple-converted-space"> </span></span></p> <p class="p3"><span class="s1"></span><br></p> <p class="p2"><span class="s1">No, the Army said—in every way they knew how, officially and<span class="Apple-converted-space"> </span></span></p> <p class="p2"><span class="s1">unofficially, they denie... |
99 | spare.txt | 205 | I was no longer staying with Pa and Camilla: I’d been<span class="Apple-converted-space"> </span></span></p> <p class="p2"><span class="s1">assigned my own place, a flat on KP’s “lower ground floor,” in other words,<span class="Apple-converted-space"> </span></span></p> <p class="p2"><span class="s1">halfway undergroun... |
99 | spare.txt | 206 | :me/Afghansalarlibrary<span class="Apple-converted-space"> </span></span></p> <p class="p3"><span class="s1"></span><br></p> <p class="p3"><span class="s1"></span><br></p> <p class="p2"><span class="s1">Sometimes the question was rendered moot by Mr. R, who lived directly<span class="Apple-converted-space"> </span></sp... |
99 | spare.txt | 207 | He liked to park his massive gray Discovery hard against the<span class="Apple-converted-space"> </span></span></p> <p class="p2"><span class="s1">windows, blotting out all light entirely.<span class="Apple-converted-space"> </span></span></p> <p class="p3"><span class="s1"></span><br></p> <p class="p2"><span class="s1... |
99 | spare.txt | 208 | Sides were taken. |
99 | spare.txt | 209 | Team<span class="Apple-converted-space"> </span></span></p> <p class="p2"><span class="s1">Cambridge versus Team Sussex. |
99 | spare.txt | 210 | Rivalry, jealousy, competing agendas—it<span class="Apple-converted-space"> </span></span></p> <p class="p2"><span class="s1">all poisoned the atmosphere.<span class="Apple-converted-space"> </span></span></p> <p class="p3"><span class="s1"></span><br></p> <p class="p2"><span class="s1">It didn’t help that everyone was... |
99 | spare.txt | 211 | There were<span class="Apple-converted-space"> </span></span></p> <p class="p2"><span class="s1">so many demands from the press, such a constant stream of errors that<span class="Apple-converted-space"> </span></span></p> <p class="p2"><span class="s1">needed clearing up, and we didn’t have nearly enough people or reso... |
99 | spare.txt | 212 | Nerves<span class="Apple-converted-space"> </span></span></p> <p class="p2"><span class="s1">were shattering, people were sniping. |
99 | spare.txt | 213 | In such a climate there was no such<span class="Apple-converted-space"> </span></span></p> <p class="p2"><span class="s1">thing as constructive criticism. |
99 | spare.txt | 214 | All feedback was seen as an affront, an<span class="Apple-converted-space"> </span></span></p> <p class="p2"><span class="s1">insult.<span class="Apple-converted-space"> </span></span></p> <p class="p3"><span class="s1"></span><br></p> <p class="p2"><span class="s1">More than once a staff member slumped across their de... |
99 | spare.txt | 215 | Meg. |
99 | spare.txt | 216 | He told me<span class="Apple-converted-space"> </span></span></p> <p class="p2"><span class="s1">so several times, and he got cross when I told him he was out of line. |
99 | spare.txt | 217 | He<span class="Apple-converted-space"> </span></span></p> <p class="p2"><span class="s1">was just repeating the press narrative, spouting fake stories he’d read or<span class="Apple-converted-space"> </span></span></p> <p class="p2"><span class="s1">been told. |
99 | spare.txt | 218 | The great irony, I told him, was that the real villains were the<span class="Apple-converted-space"> </span></span></p> <p class="p2"><span class="s1">people he’d imported into the office, people from government, who didn’t<span class="Apple-converted-space"> </span></span></p> <p class="p2"><span class="s1">seem imper... |
99 | spare.txt | 219 | They had a<span class="Apple-converted-space"> </span></span></p> <p class="p2"><span class="s1">knack for backstabbing, a talent for intrigue, and they were constantly<span class="Apple-converted-space"> </span></span></p> <p class="p2"><span class="s1">setting our two groups of staff against each other.<span class="A... |
99 | spare.txt | 220 | On the contrary, I watched her<span class="Apple-converted-space"> </span></span></p> <p class="p2"><span class="s1">redouble her efforts to reach out, to spread kindness. |
99 | spare.txt | 221 | She sent out<span class="Apple-converted-space"> </span></span></p> <p class="p2"><span class="s1">handwritten thank-you notes, checked on staff who were ill, sent baskets<span class="Apple-converted-space"> </span></span></p> <p class="p2"><span class="s1">of food or flowers or goodies to anyone struggling, depressed,... |
99 | spare.txt | 222 | She brought<span class="Apple-converted-space"> </span></span></p> <p class="p2"><span class="s1">pizza and biscuits, hosted tea parties and ice-cream socials. |
99 | spare.txt | 223 | She shared all<span class="Apple-converted-space"> </span></span></p> <p class="p2"><span class="s1">the freebies she received, clothes and perfumes and makeup, with all the<span class="Apple-converted-space"> </span></span></p> <p class="p2"><span class="s1">women in the office.<span class="Apple-converted-space"> </s... |
99 | spare.txt | 224 | I was devastated.<span class="Apple-converted-space"> </span></span></p> <p class="p3"><span class="s1"></span><br></p> <p class="p2"><span class="s1">He smiled wider. |
99 | spare.txt | 225 | Now look at you.<span class="Apple-converted-space"> </span></span></p> <p class="p3"><span class="s1"></span><br></p> <p class="p3"><span class="s1"></span><br></p> <p class="p2"><span class="s1">37.<span class="Apple-converted-space"> </span></span></p> <p class="p3"><span class="s1"></span><br></p> <p class="p3"><sp... |
99 | spare.txt | 226 | TURNING TWENTY-FIVE in a few days, and it felt like more than just<span class="Apple-converted-space"> </span></span></p> <p class="p2"><span class="s1">another birthday. |
99 | spare.txt | 227 | Mates told me twenty-five was the Watershed Age, the<span class="Apple-converted-space"> </span></span></p> <p class="p2"><span class="s1">moment when many young men and women come to a fork in their personal<span class="Apple-converted-space"> </span></span></p> <p class="p2"><span class="s1">road. |
99 | spare.txt | 228 | At twenty-five you take a concrete step forward...or else begin to slide<span class="Apple-converted-space"> </span></span></p> <p class="p2"><span class="s1">backwards. |
99 | spare.txt | 229 | I was ready to move forward. |
99 | spare.txt | 230 | I felt, in many ways, that I’d been<span class="Apple-converted-space"> </span></span></p> <p class="p2"><span class="s1">bag-flying for years.<span class="Apple-converted-space"> </span></span></p> <p class="p3"><span class="s1"></span><br></p> <p class="p3"><span class="s1"></span><br></p> <p class="p2"><span class="... |
99 | spare.txt | 231 | Granny, to name one. |
99 | spare.txt | 232 | At twenty-five she’d become<span class="Apple-converted-space"> </span></span></p> <p class="p2"><span class="s1">the sixty-first monarch in the history of England.<span class="Apple-converted-space"> </span></span></p> <p class="p3"><span class="s1"></span><br></p> <p class="p2"><span class="s1">So I decided to mark t... |
99 | spare.txt | 233 | I had seemed older, harder, after my first<span class="Apple-converted-space"> </span></span></p> <p class="p2"><span class="s1">combat tour. |
99 | spare.txt | 234 | But now, they said, I seemed more...grounded.<span class="Apple-converted-space"> </span></span></p> <p class="p3"><span class="s1"></span><br></p> <p class="p2"><span class="s1">Odd, I thought. |
99 | spare.txt | 235 | Through flight training...I’ve become more grounded?<span class="Apple-converted-space"> </span></span></p> <p class="p3"><span class="s1"></span><br></p> <p class="p2"><span class="s1">No one gave me more praise or love than Teej and Mike. |
99 | spare.txt | 236 | Late one night,<span class="Apple-converted-space"> </span></span></p> <p class="p2"><span class="s1">however, Mike sat me down for a somber heart-to-heart. |
99 | spare.txt | 237 | At their kitchen<span class="Apple-converted-space"> </span></span></p> <p class="p2"><span class="s1">table he spoke at length about my relationship with Africa. |
99 | spare.txt | 238 | The time’s come,<span class="Apple-converted-space"> </span></span></p> <p class="p2"><span class="s1">he said, for that relationship to change. |
99 | spare.txt | 239 | Until then the relationship had been<span class="Apple-converted-space"> </span></span></p> <p class="p2"><span class="s1">all take, take, take—a fairly typical dynamic for Brits in Africa. |
99 | spare.txt | 240 | But now I<span class="Apple-converted-space"> </span></span></p> <p class="p2"><span class="s1">needed to give back. |
99 | spare.txt | 241 | For years I’d heard him and Teej and others lamenting<span class="Apple-converted-space"> </span></span></p> <p class="p2"><span class="s1">the crises facing this place. |
99 | spare.txt | 242 | Climate change. |
99 | spare.txt | 243 | Poaching. |
99 | spare.txt | 244 | Drought. |
99 | spare.txt | 245 | Fires. |
99 | spare.txt | 246 | I was<span class="Apple-converted-space"> </span></span></p> <p class="p2"><span class="s1">the only person they knew who “abeyance” during this transitional year—<span class="Apple-converted-space"> </span></span></p> <p class="p2"><span class="s1">and that we’d offered to re1mburse the Sovereign Grant for refurbishme... |
99 | spare.txt | 247 | Delicious reunion with Meg, Archie and the<span class="Apple-converted-space"> </span></span></p> <p class="p2"><span class="s1">dogs. |
99 | spare.txt | 248 | And yet, for a few days, I didn’t feel fully back. |
99 | spare.txt | 249 | Part of me was still<span class="Apple-converted-space"> </span></span></p> <p class="p2"><span class="s1">in Britain. |
99 | spare.txt | 250 | Still at Sandringham. |
99 | spare.txt | 251 | I spent hours glued to my phone, and the<span class="Apple-converted-space"> </span></span></p> <p class="p2"><span class="s1">internet, monitoring the fallout. |
99 | spare.txt | 252 | The ire directed at us by the papers and the<span class="Apple-converted-space"> </span></span></p> <p class="p2"><span class="s1">trolls was alarming.<span class="Apple-converted-space"> </span></span></p> <p class="p3"><span class="s1"></span><br></p> <p class="p2"><span class="s1">“Make no mistake, it’s an insult,” ... |
99 | spare.txt | 253 | No mercy. |
99 | spare.txt | 254 | The language of war?<span class="Apple-converted-space"> </span></span></p> <p class="p3"><span class="s1"></span><br></p> <p class="p2"><span class="s1">Clearly this was more than simple anger. |
99 | spare.txt | 255 | These men and women saw<span class="Apple-converted-space"> </span></span></p> <p class="p2"><span class="s1">me as an existential threat. |
99 | spare.txt | 256 | If our leaving posed a threat to the monarchy,<span class="Apple-converted-space"> </span></span></p> <p class="p3"><span class="s1"></span><br></p> <p class="p3"><span class="s1"></span><br></p> <p class="p2"><span class="s1">414<span class="Apple-converted-space"> </span></span></p> <p class="p3"><span class="s1"></s... |
99 | spare.txt | 257 | We’d discussed it with no one, she said, not even Pa. She<span class="Apple-converted-space"> </span></span></p> <p class="p2"><span class="s1">announced these falsehoods with such unfaltering certainty that even I was<span class="Apple-converted-space"> </span></span></p> <p class="p2"><span class="s1">tempted to beli... |
99 | spare.txt | 258 | Harry blindsided the Queen! |
99 | spare.txt | 259 | That was the narrative<span class="Apple-converted-space"> </span></span></p> <p class="p2"><span class="s1">that took hold. |
99 | spare.txt | 260 | I could feel it oozing into history books, and I could<span class="Apple-converted-space"> </span></span></p> <p class="p2"><span class="s1">imagine boys and girls at Ludgrove, decades hence, having that hogwash<span class="Apple-converted-space"> </span></span></p> <p class="p2"><span class="s1">rammed down their thro... |
99 | spare.txt | 261 | What makes them<span class="Apple-converted-space"> </span></span></p> made me laugh. |
99 | spare.txt | 262 | Privacy? |
99 | spare.txt | 263 | What’s that?<span class="Apple-converted-space"> </span></span></p> <p class="p3"><span class="s1"></span><br></p> <p class="p2"><span class="s1">At the end of each day I’d sit in my cell, bulling my boots, spitting on<span class="Apple-converted-space"> </span></span></p> <p class="p2"><span class="s1">them, rubbing t... |
99 | spare.txt | 264 | No matter what institution I landed in, it seemed, a tragically bad<span class="Apple-converted-space"> </span></span></p> <p class="p2"><span class="s1">haircut was the first order of business. |
99 | spare.txt | 265 | Then I’d text Chels. |
99 | spare.txt | 266 | (I was allowed to<span class="Apple-converted-space"> </span></span></p> <p class="p2"><span class="s1">keep my mobile, for security reasons.) |
99 | spare.txt | 267 | I might tell her how things were<span class="Apple-converted-space"> </span></span></p> <p class="p2"><span class="s1">going, tell her I missed her. |
99 | spare.txt | 268 | Then I’d loan my phone to any other cadets who<span class="Apple-converted-space"> </span></span></p> <p class="p2"><span class="s1">might want to text their girlfriends or boyfriends.<span class="Apple-converted-space"> </span></span></p> <p class="p3"><span class="s1"></span><br></p> <p class="p2"><span class="s1">Th... |
99 | spare.txt | 269 | I was no longer remotely afraid of the dark.<span class="Apple-converted-space"> </span></span></p> <p class="p3"><span class="s1"></span><br></p> <p class="p3"><span class="s1"></span><br></p> <p class="p2"><span class="s1">58.<span class="Apple-converted-space"> </span></span></p> <p class="p3"><span class="s1"></spa... |
99 | spare.txt | 270 | I was no longer Prince Harry. |
99 | spare.txt | 271 | I was Second<span class="Apple-converted-space"> </span></span></p> <p class="p2"><span class="s1">Lieutenant Wales of the Blues and Royals, second oldest regiment of the<span class="Apple-converted-space"> </span></span></p> <p class="p2"><span class="s1">British Army, part of the Household Cavalry, bodyguards to the ... |
99 | spare.txt | 272 | She smiled for all to see as I marched past.<span class="Apple-converted-space"> </span></span></p> <p class="p3"><span class="s1"></span><br></p> <p class="p2"><span class="s1">And Willy saluted. |
99 | spare.txt | 273 | He was at Sandhurst too now. |
99 | spare.txt | 274 | A fellow cadet. |
99 | spare.txt | 275 | (He’d<span class="Apple-converted-space"> </span></span></p> <p class="p2"><span class="s1">started after me, because he’d gone to university first.) |
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