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Introspective Art

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A Journey into an Artist's Soul

Forged in the fires of hell. Paul is perhaps the one person on this earth who understands me in a way nobody else can.  He joined the British army, strong and vital, full of piss and vinegar.  Completed his training as a paratrooper, special ops and a hard man, ready to do as Churchill infamously said would go into the night to fight so that others could sleep.  The call came in to HQ to send in a special unit to run black ops interference in a war that would be airbrushed from world history: Rhodesia. Kissenger was busily meddling.  As was the USSR.  Britain was flouncing around gently asking its petulant children, those white surpremacist aristocrats and retired military types living in Rhodesia, to BEHAVE for the love of god and accept that black people can vote, that they have a brain (current occupant of the US Presidency perhaps…