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Prince Harry ‘saved gay soldier from homophobic attack’
Prince Harry rescued a gay soldier who feared he was going to be murdered in a homophobic attack by troops from a rival regiment, it has been claimed.
The prince stepped in to save Trooper James Wharton after he was confronted by six soldiers who were threatening to ‘batter’ him
The third-in-line to the throne confronted the men and told them they would face severe disciplinary action if they continued to make threats, he said.
Trooper Wharton describes Prince Harry as ‘one of my greatest protectors’, and claims the royal’s acceptance of his homosexuality made him realise that he was right to be open about it, despite another attack which left him hospitalised.
He revealed he had gone to find the prince – who was his tank commander in the Blues and Royals – and tearfully told him what had happened after being confronted by the soldiers.
‘I told him: “I think I’m going to be murdered by the infantry.” He had a complete look of bewilderment on his face. ‘I couldn’t stop the tears from welling up in my eyes. He said: “Right I’m going to sort this s*** out once and for all”.
‘He climbed out of the tank and I poked my head out of the turret a few moments later to see him having a go,’ Trooper Wharton said.
After taking on the gang, Prince Harry briefed a senior officer before returning to assure Trooper Wharton the situation had been ‘sorted’.
The soldier, who quit the Army earlier this year, said: ‘I will always be grateful to Harry and I will never forget what happened. Until he went over and dealt with everything I was on track for a battering.’
Details of the incident, which happened during a training exercise in Canada in 2008, have emerged after Trooper Wharton wrote about his experiences during his ten-year military career, called Out In The Army, which is being serialised by the Mail on Sunday.
News of the 28-year-old prince’s actions have been met with widespread approval.
Conservative MP Colonel Bob Stewart, who led British troops in Bosnia, said: ‘Well done Harry. It’s typical of him and of young officers in the British Army today, really superb.’
Ben Summerskill, of the gay and lesbian charity Stonewall, added: ‘I take my hat off to him for protecting James Wharton.’
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If your Dad had a blog, what would he blog about?
Bible verses.
fishing and the bad kids at his job
How much of a disappointment I am
Golf, westerns, hunting and star trek
My dad does have a blog, and he blogs about weird things he overheard on public transport and taking long walks in London looking at things. I love my dad.
(Your dad and his blog are awesome, btw.) My dad’s blog would be about how Obama is actually a Kenyan Muslim bent on instituting sharia law in the US and revoking the Second Amendment, but just to keep things interesting, he’d also blog about the importance of reproductive and gay rights, along with every single detail of an accident he handled as a California highway patrolman in 1957.
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how about instead of “all body types are beautiful” we say “beauty is extremely subjective and fleeting and doesn’t determine your worth and you don’t owe attractiveness to anyone so why don’t you focus on something important like being a worthwhile human being”

Mr.Pearl
Some further information on this fascinating fellow.
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Credit?
This is a stunning dress, I’ve no idea where it’s from.
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aunicornifevertherewasone said: near me there are places called Wetwang, Land of Nod, Hole of Horcum, Ugglebarmby, and in my hometown there’s a road called Downdinner Hill. :P
rawkchikk said: Down by me is the wee hamlet of Six Mile Bottom. Named after yours truly ;)
Man. Once again my British friends FTW. Hole of Horcum?! D= *covers nearest child’s ears* Though Ugglebarmby sounds like the place just down the road from Royston Vasey. :)
And Phlege, my instant mental image was of Morris-dancers prancing about and placing daisy chains around you, where they would accumulate & come to rest on your bum. (That’s assuming yours isn’t the pancake variety like mine—any daisy chains placed round my waist would probably fall straight to the floor.)