Many of you will have walked these streets in Woolwich, near the Royal Artillery Barracks.  Old soldiers may have seen what I saw there.

So many thousands of young men, all with the glow of physical fitness, discipline, steady bearing and unbridled optimism about the future who pass and have passed through the barrack gates.   Each ready to fight for their nation in her battles overseas.  Few thought the enemy was already within.

I can't express how deeply I feel for this young soldier and his family who have to confront the pictures of his last moments of panicked, terrified consciousness.   I know young soldiers, my youth was the youth of a young soldier and my friends were young soldiers.   We were for each other and would give all for each other.   The army had its time with us and when our weapons were secured, breech blocks removed, every rack filled and checked and the armoury door bolted and locked our time was ours and we wanted the most from it.   We'd stream out of the barracks within minutes of stand-down to paint the town......

I'm so sorry for this young man.   There but for the grace of God could go any.   And all in the name of the teachings of Mahommed.

The time for an Enlightenment, the end of the Islamist Dark Ages is here.   We need to stand and to say this far, but no more.   Reform yourselves.   How else do we confront this enemy within?