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The War Games

The war games Yesterday afternoon in Finland, as happy people walked about content in their world of social welfare and full employment a train loaded with armoured tanks was seen heading for the Russian border as spring light danced on the lakes. What do I know, that might be the military's yearly outing? As the wolves howl lustily to the stars and the trout wakes in the streams of spring. Is it, God forbid, a strategic baiting to divert the Russian army? From Ukraine. If so, this is a dangerous war game. Finland has a long border with Russia, 1400 kilometres, therefore 2-to 300 tanks a drop in the forest, but enough to make a point. I prefer to think it is a manoeuvre performed in days of light.

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