Professional Documents
Culture Documents
By Norman Green-Price
Chapter 1
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It is for this reason I am writing this book, in the hope that a few
may be awakened to our dire condition.
Chapter 1
For most part, the activities of that night were to celebrate the
end of a period of six years, during which much of the world had
been in a full-blown war.
For myself, they were also perhaps typical of my life up till then,
where money was plentiful, work was a matter of choice and
privilege was considered one’s just deserts.
British mandate was coming to an end and the new Israel was about
to be born.
Some think that the preamble to World War III started on that
fateful day of 11th September 2001 with the destruction of the
Twin Towers.
To-day, the plethora of laws passed since that fateful day in 2001
ostensibly to deal with “ terrorism”, should make us think, if it has
indeed been done in the name of gross deception and lies!
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For bunks, those who could not stretch out on a seat, slung
blankets diagonally across the carriage, one above the other. The
person above me failed to secure his blanket properly with the
result that he collapsed taking all below with him. We completed an
uncomfortable sleepless night as best we could.
The first night in Palestine with the battalion was spent at Tiberius
where we pitched camp on what seemed a modest slope, overlooking
Lake Tiberius or the Sea of Galilee. It was late when we arrived
and had little time to erect our tents. We slept four in a tent.
As the incoming Jews fanned out over what appeared then mostly a
desert, I remember vividly its miraculous transformation under the
“Zionists” into productive farmland, almost overnight.
Bulldozers swept the land clear of huge boulders and desert scrub.
Settlements called “kibbutz’s” sprang up, wells were dug and lush
vegetation, including extensive orange groves mushroomed as from
nowhere. The pervading refreshing odour, which caught the wind,
was of processed oranges.
Psalms 14:1 “The fool hath said in his heart There is no God.”
Terrorist Activity
There was the famous occasion when just before our battalion took
over the base at Sarafand, about 11 o’clock in broad daylight, an
army three-ton lorry drove into the camp, driven by members of
the “Stern Gang”.
emptied the armoury, and drove out before the alarm could be
sounded. Later they blew up the King David Hotel in Jerusalem,
and did many other horrendous acts.
I am not saying that you shouldn’t try to defend your family and
yourself, but if the Almighty’s Will is not part of that plan, I fear
it just won’t happen. Equally, just because a person dies in a battle,
that does not in any way mean that they were still not one of God’s
chosen. Such a one, I believe, was William Cooper.
Could the Almighty’s purpose for Bill Cooper’s life and what I
believe to be murder, be to wake us all up to the reality of the
world in which we live and take whatever action we may
consider appropriate?
Much of the time, the army was called in to handle the thousands
of Jewish immigrants landing from the “Empire” ships which
brought them from Europe.
The Jewish settlers had been told that they were returning to
their homeland as free people, destined to establish their biblical
roots. To find the British Army waiting at the dockside
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Yes, there are many sincere and genuine Jews in Palestine, but
make no mistake, the leadership is Zionist “Kabala” inspired, who
have nothing to do with the true Jews whatsoever. They are
impostors, known to Our Lord as “the Synagogue of Satan” and this
can be established within the pages of the Bible.
You will find “Zionism” has little to do with the belief of the true
Israelites of our Bible.
“The point is that one who is called a "Jew" in the Bible is not
necessarily a chosen man of God, a follower of Moses and the
prophets, a member of the tribe of Judah, an Israelite, or even a
Semite, but one who is a resident of Judea - a Judean.
So if modern day so-called Jews are not the Jews of the Bible,
who are they? ……
"Who is Israel? - Who is a Jew?"
This does not in any way deny, as some would have us think,
the holocaust of Jews under Hitler and the appalling suffering
that went with it!
Not only that, but this is all being done at the behest of
leaders, whom our Creator tells us are “the basest of men”
and from “the Synagogue of Satan”.
King of Kings,
How about 9/11, the London bombing, the huge death rolls of
the Indonesian tsunami, the Holocaust of the Jews and many
other horrendous happenings, including the deaths and murders
on our streets and War itself”?
Having got that off my chest lets continue, on a lighter note with
my time in Palestine, remembering that I too, at the time, was
unaware of the Almighty’s WARNINGS either to myself or
Mankind!
In the mid 1940’s the British Empire was still very much afloat and
so were her activities of recreation abroad.
The course was oblong in shape and approximately half a mile long,
marked out with jerry cans.
One’s success often depended more upon which mule was available
rather than on the rider. According to your choice, so your odds of
completing the course was determined. No saddles were provided.
Frantic competition to access the most co-operative beast ensued.
Hunting was another then truly British pastime in this part of the
world, not for fox but jackal. Our Second in Command, James
Gresham, who, I believe had briefly hunted the Quorn pack of fox-
hounds in England, arrived in Palestine with several hounds. To this
were added a variety of dogs, ranging from Salukis to “Heinz 57
varieties”.
Apart from the military personnel of all ranks who took part,
frequently Arab non-commissioned officers from my uncle’s
squadron used to hunt with us. Memories are vivid of a jackal
ascending out of the wadi (valley) with hounds and Arab riders in
pursuit, the latter firing their revolvers at the luckless ‘jack’. The
problem was that the jackal was not the only thing under fire, as
bullets ricocheted off boulders. Nobody was hit, but it did liven up
the scene.
James Gresham was not amused and this practice was soon
stopped.
The bonus was that I was allowed to partake, which made it all
worthwhile.
Rising at about 3.30 am, we drove to the marsh, waded out in a line,
to await the oncoming arrivals, which included duck, geese, teal, and
snipe in abundance. If one’s timing was faulty, you could wait up to
an hour-and-a-half, up to your knees in water that had survived a
cold night, and had not yet been touched by sun.
At that time of the year, there were some memorably cold nights.
Travels
Our journey down the Petra gorge on Arab stallions was worth
taking. It involved navigating a narrow passage some three miles, as
far as I can recall, flanked with 80-foot cliffs either side.
In those days, there were none of your modern tourist hotels and
attractions, which these days meet the visitor.
At the Petra end of the gorge is what I was told was a potentates
“treasure house” (can be seen by clicking on Image results for
Petra), with imposing entrance columns leading into a room, scoured
deep into the sandstone rock. I would say the room inside must
have been 30 foot cubed. A magnificent structure.
As you went further into the imposing valley that was Petra itself,
you were met with temples and sacrificial alters (see Petra link).
High up on the surrounding cliffs, with seemingly no apparent route
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That day was very hot, and we were glad to return to our
accommodation at the RAF station aerodrome at Amman. We
slaked our thirst in the Officers Mess and retired to bed.
To sleep under the desert night sky with its myriad of twinkling
stars was an experience in itself. No need for an alarm, for the
frigid temperature that accompanied the dawn was our alarm.
You could attempt another five minutes if you liked, but it didn’t
really work. Our sleeping bags did not seem to meet the quality of
to-days high-tech creations.
I don’t know whether all guests were told this or whether this was
just for my benefit.
After much discussion, I was allowed to take the mother and child
to the nearest hospital, where a “greenstick fracture”
in the child’s leg was diagnosed and dealt with. The child and
mother spent several days in hospital, after which we returned
them to their home.
Lebanon and Cyprus were the main centres for Middle East leave.
Lebanon particularly was known as the quality pleasure resort of
that area. A friend accompanied me to Cyprus for a fortnight.
Although the snow-line was too high for skiing, the scenery was
absorbing and the nightlife equally so.
The ending of the British Mandate left a problem, which the world
is still trying to solve.
I returned to the UK to be demobilised, a process all wartime
conscripts had to go through.
Each was supplied with our final pay cheque, a new readymade suit,
which fitted in places and our ration card, for we were still on
wartime rationing.
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