🇬🇧 🇺🇦 🇮🇱 British Army Doctor: military medicine, operational planning, global health risks. Where #medtwitter and #miltwitter collide. Opinions my own.
We can confirm the names of the three Royal Navy personnel who tragically lost their lives during a helicopter training exercise on 3 June:
Lt Cdr Chris Gayson, 42, Somerset
Lt Lily-Mae Fisher, 31, Surrey
PO Owen Green, 24, Hampshire
🔗https://t.co/25RFAkJdqq
In America, a stranger will rename you in a single breath, and you are simply expected to come when called.
I went to eat at a busy restaurant. A young man at the front asked for my name, to mark my place in line. I gave it the weight it has carried for eight hundred years.
"Nobunaga."
He smiled, nodded, and wrote it down with great confidence. Then he read it back to me, to be sure he had honored it correctly.
"Perfect. Banana, party of one."
Banana. He had heard my name, held it a moment, and returned to me something rounder and more cheerful. To refuse the name a host gives is to refuse his welcome. I bowed. I was Banana now.
Then he handed me a small black disc, said it would "light up and buzz" when my table was ready, and turned to the next guest as though he had not just placed a living thing in my hands.
I held it in both palms, the way one holds a small sleeping beast that may wake. I found a place to stand. I waited, ready.
It woke.
It screamed. It flashed red. It leapt and shook in my hands like a captured spirit demanding release. A lesser man would have dropped it. I did not. I gripped it, steady, looked into its blinking lights, and told it, in a low voice, that its time had come. Then I carried it back to the host with both hands, the way one returns a hawk to its master.
He took it without looking and shouted across the entire room.
"BANANA! Party of one, your table's ready!"
A hundred strangers turned. I rose. I crossed that floor as Banana, spine straight, chin level, a man answering to his name. A child pointed at me. I gave the child a small bow. He had recognized me.
All through the meal they kept me. "How's it tasting, Banana?" "More water, Banana?" The check, when it came, said Banana, and thanked me for visiting. By the end the whole staff knew me. They waved as I left. "Night, Banana!"
So tell me honestly.
For eight hundred years my clan answered to one name. Tonight I answered to a fruit, calmed a screaming relic in my bare hands, and ate among people who were glad I came.
When the little disc lights up, is the table truly mine, or am I only keeping it warm for the next Banana?
Because I have already decided to return on Friday, and to ask, very humbly, for the same disc.
HMS Medway has arrived off Tristan da Cunha, ready to deliver six civilian medics and critical supplies to the island.
She will remain in the area for several days and will retrieve the team who parachuted on to the island earlier this month 🇬🇧
I went to meet the Pathfinder Platoon to congratulate them on their recent operational success. These are the elite spearhead element of the Parachute Regiment, responsible for the daring operation to provide life saving care and medical supplies to the Tristan da Cunha island.
Flying thousands of miles, parachuting into the unknown they demonstrated immense courage in a daring life saving mission. We are deeply proud of everything they achieved. Professional, brave and exceptionally capable they are now enjoying 🤔 the pleasure of the Royal Navy sailing home…enjoy the sea state! 🫡🫡🤐
A Ukrainian robotic evacuation vehicle equipped with an armored capsule successfully rescued a wounded soldier from a frontline position.
During the extraction, the vehicle struck two mines on its return route. Despite the blasts, the armored capsule protected the wounded serviceman from shrapnel, allowing the mission to be completed successfully. The soldier was evacuated and transferred for further medical treatment.
Mission: • Duration: 2h 13m • Distance covered: 36.5 km • Average speed: 15 km/h • Top speed: 70 km/h
Defence Medical Command recently welcomed Major General Anatolii Kazmirchuk, Surgeon General of the Medical Forces of the Armed Forces of Ukraine to the UK to deepen collaboration on sharing expertise, training, research, and front-line care. @DefenceU
https://t.co/iTE0t8a5iw
Defence Medical Services officially becomes Defence Medical Command, reflecting a stronger, more integrated future for Defence healthcare.
Read the full story here: https://t.co/fGwElEOpBg
Dropping into the weekend like... jumping tandem, a Pathfinder and medic parachute as part of the brigade's fast-paced mission to deliver medical support to Tristan da Cunha, where a British national was suspected of contracting Hantavirus.
Read more: https://t.co/DY1awbOBCH
The Royal Navy's ‘air ambulance’ was scrambled in the Norwegian Sea as @HMSPWLS tested its ability to rescue and stabilise a seriously injured sailor from @HMSDuncan.
Read more: https://t.co/V9y3N0Eu4h
Meet the team behind the mission.🩺
🏥Forward deployed in the Middle East, this joint @RoyalAirForce & @BritishArmy medical team keeps UK personnel trained, fit & ready to operate.
⛑️From first response training to life-saving care - they’re ready when it matters most.💪
Strap in: Follow one of our paratroopers from @16AirAssltBCT jumping in to Tristan da Cunha – one of the world’s most remote communities – to deliver vital medical support 🪂
UK Armed Forces Personnel have conducted a Parachute Operation to deliver critical medical support to Tristan da Cunha - Britains most remote inhabited island overseas territory. Paratroopers and military clinicians from @16AirAssltBCT, jumped from an A400 aircraft during the Op.
UK specialist paratroopers and military clinicians have carried out a daring parachute operation to deliver critical medical support to Tristan da Cunha – Britain’s most remote inhabited Overseas Territory – after a suspected case of Hantavirus was identified on the island.
It's all the fault of the English 🏴.
This French colony gone wrong has ruined continental Europe for over 8 centuries. It is an embarrassment to Western Civilization.
England is a French startup that grew sentient, deleted its operating system, and has been terrorizing the neighbors ever since. In 1066, William the Conqueror didn't actually intend to create a global superpower; he was just looking for a damp, offshore storage unit for his extra knights. But somewhere between the Battle of Hastings and the invention of the lukewarm ale, the "Normandy Expansion Pack" glitched.
What was supposed to be a lovely vineyard-adjacent outpost devolved into a chaotic, rain-soaked experiment in how many ways a human can boil a vegetable until it loses its will to live.
For eight centuries, Continental Europe has been forced to play the role of the exhausted parent watching a toddler with a flamethrower. The English spent the entire Middle Ages trying to move back into their "parents' basement" in France, leading to the Hundred Years' War—which was essentially just a very long, very violent property dispute over who got the good patio furniture in Aquitaine.
When they finally got evicted, they didn't just walk away; they decided that if they couldn't be French, they would make "Not Being French" their entire personality. They invented an entire Church just so a king could get a divorce, and they pivoted to a global empire primarily so they could find something—anything—with actual spice in it, only to bring those spices home and use them as decorative paperweights.
The sheer audacity of the British project is breathtaking. They took a perfectly functional Romance-language foundation, dragged it through a hedge of Germanic gutturals, and created a linguistic Frankenstein that they now have the nerve to export back to us.
For 800 years, they have sat on that island like a disgruntled tenant who refuses to join the neighborhood watch but insists on judging everyone’s lawn from behind a lace curtain. They spent centuries meddling in European affairs just to ensure no one else could have a nice time, only to eventually execute the ultimate "I’m leaving the party" dramatic exit with Brexit—which, let’s be real, was just the final, agonizing stage of a 1,000-year-old French colony finally admitting it’s too socially awkward to stay in the room.
The tragedy of the Continent is that we are still dealing with the fallout of William’s bad weekend in 1066. We gave them the architecture, the wine, and the legal framework, and in return, they gave us the Industrial Revolution (which ruined the air), the concept of "The Weekend" (which ruined productivity), and the belief that a vacation consists of turning bright pink on a beach in Spain while yelling for a full English breakfast.
England isn't a neighbor; it’s a French experiment that escaped the lab, moved into a cold shed, and decided to make its misery everyone else’s problem. We’ve been paying the "Norman Tax" in psychic damage for nearly a millennium, and quite frankly, we’re still waiting for the refund.
You may not agree with me, but you will always know where you stand with me.
Today in Billericay, a heckler tried to shout me down as I spoke about the normalisation of hatred towards Jews. I did not back down, because it needs to be said. British Jews are being targeted and too many people are pretending this is the same experience of other minorities. This lady implied Muslims are being similarly targeted. This is simply not true.
Let's be honest about what is happening. Certain groups (in particular but not solely Islamic Extremists) are creating a climate of fear and intimidation that is normalising Jew hatred. I will never stand for that. Governments have spent too long hand-wringing, making excuses and hoping it would go away. It is time to call this what it is: a national emergency in our attitude, our urgency and our response.
I will always engage with people who disagree with me. That is politics. But there is a difference between argument and intimidation. Shouting does not make a bad case good. It's done to silence others. And it certainly does not change the truth.
The truth is that British Jews have been made to feel less safe in their own country. Our country. They are being singled out, threatened and harassed in ways that should shame everyone in public life. If we do not stand up now and stop this rise in antisemitism, then why bother saying "Never Again" at Holocaust Memorial Day? Because this is how it starts.
I am not prepared to play along with the pretence that this is normal, or manageable, or just another example of tension between groups. It really is not. It is targeted hatred and it is getting worse.
So my message is simple. Not here. Not in Britain. And not on our watch. We need to stop the hand-wringing and start doing the right thing. That means standing with British Jews openly, unapologetically and without fear.
1/ In January 2008, PC Neil Sampson walked towards a man with a knife. He took seven stab wounds doing it.
His dog Anya, already bleeding, kept hold of the attacker so her handler could live.
That same man, Essa Suleiman stabbed two people yesterday in a terror attack in Golders Green.
Here’s what happened next. 🧵
“Apprehending violent and dangerous criminals is a full contact and messy task which may appear shocking to observers with little experience of policing in the real world.”
Commissioner Sir Mark Rowley writes to Zack Polanski.
King Charles to President Trump:
“Indeed you recently commented, Mr. President, that if it were not for the United States, European countries would be speaking German. Dare I say that if it wasn't for us, you'd be speaking French”