The sound of freedom
I often forget how little military hardware most people ever see. Living in Wiltshire our windows rattle from artillery fire most days, tanks cross local roads, and planes and helicopters cross the sky.
This morning as I was walking the dogs on the Marlborough Downs from the other side of the ridge there was the unmistakable and magnificent noise of two Chinooks coming in low. Straight over my head. It is the sound of freedom.