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William McNeilly on Trident

A young whistleblower submariner has published a damning account of lax safety procedures, inadequate training, and poor mental health amongst some personnel on board one of the four UK Trident boats. Please see the link below.

He is William McNeilly, an Engineering Technician Submariner for the UK's Trident II D5 Strategic Weapons Sustem.

The UK leases 58 Trident II (D5) submarine launched ballistic missiles (SLBMs) from the United States Navy under a system of 'mingled asset ownership'.

AB (able-bodied seaman) McNeilly was on board his first extended patrol earlier this year. He is now absent without leave, and has said he will give himself up to the police.

His testimony speaks for itself, and should be carefully examined, since it confirms the growing impression that accidents involving nuclear weapons are all too prevalent. McNeilly also raises the possibility of deliberate terrorist targeting of the UK Trident operation because of lax security.

His revelations come days after Scotland, where Trident is based, voted overwhelmingly for the Scottish National Party, which opposes Trident renewal and seeks its removal from Scotland. The SNP hold 56 of 59 Scottish seats at Westminster, and it forms the Scottish Government in Edinburgh.

How will the UK Government at Westminster impose Trident on an unwilling Scottish population, whose worst fears about safety appear to be confirmed by AB McNeilly's whistleblowing?


View his document here.

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