There’s an excellent piece that I’ve found on the blog Behind The Narrative on the subject of the help that Britain gets from Israel in order to fight terrorism. It also goes into Britain’s failure to properly deal with this problem and such lunatic decisions as giving a bodyguard for Hamas leaders British citizenship. This piece in addition condemns Britain for doing deals with the Mullahs of Iran and recognising as a state the terrorists of ‘Palestine’. Britain gains a lot from Israel in terms of security cooperation but we, or rather our political classes, repay such help with public and diplomatic contempt.

“Let’s call him Thomas, because MI5 will never tell us his real name. In 2015, Thomas, a weary counterterrorism officer at Thames House, took a phone call that would keep him awake for the rest of his career. The voice on the line belonged to someone he knew well, someone who never wasted his time, who had an unsettling knack for knowing things before anyone else, and who seemed to care about what happened on London’s streets as if they were his own. No small talk, no explanation, just an address in northwest London, a few quiet words about what might be waiting behind its doors, and a request that sounded less like advice than a warning: go and look, and don’t let anyone see you looking. Thomas did not ask how the caller knew. In his line of work, some warnings you weigh and some you simply obey, and he had long since learned which kind this was.

He went himself, accompanied by one colleague he trusted. The address turned out to be the kind of place nobody ever remembers: an ordinary property on an ordinary street in the northwest of the city, where people pass by every morning on their way to work without a second glance. Inside were boxes, and inside the boxes, packed with almost obsessive neatness, were hundreds of small white pouches, disposable cold packs sold in every pharmacy, the kind you squeeze and press against a sprained ankle until the pain goes numb.

For a moment, it made no sense. Who hides first-aid supplies? Who stacks cold packs in a back room in London as if they were gold bars? Thomas picked one up, turned it over, and there, in small print on the back, was the answer, listed as calmly as the ingredients on a cereal box: ammonium nitrate. He knew that name far too well. It was the same chemical Timothy McVeigh had packed into a truck in Oklahoma City in 1995, the one that tore the front off a federal building and killed 168 people.

When Thomas returned to Thames House, no one in the room sat down. Who had brought this into the country, and how long had it been sitting there? Who was it meant for, and who was waiting for the order to use it? No one had answers, and no one went home that night. That was where the investigation began, behind closed doors and in total silence. The people who would soon live alongside those boxes- the neighbors, the commuters, the families a few streets away- would not hear a word about it for years.”

You can read the rest of the Behind the Narrative post via the link below:

https://behindthenarrative7.substack.com/p/the-phone-call-that-saved-londonand