This was taken from todays post to my facebook account by a friend and former workmate some people on here would call the post racist shame on them

"This is nothing to do with compassion - I am probably one of THE most compassionate people you could ever hope to meet. I wouldn't normally mention anything of what I've done to help others - but - rather than allow others to assume I am all self and no care. I'll give you an example from Cyprus - 1974.
For general information - my very best friends don't know this, in fact none of my family know this (except my husband). I was newly married (March 1974) - my husband had been whisked away to - I didn't even know where, the phone lines were down and we had no contact with anyone at home. We were posted there in May 1974 - not long before the war broke out. (Greek Cypriots - Turkish Cypriots) Makarios had been abducted and (at that time) thought to have been assassinated).
We had been taken away from our own army quarters and allocated a place in some of the officer's "batman's" quarters. We didn't know each other. I was the only army wife among RAF wives. However, we made the best of it and worked together. I volunteered in the refugee camp - had to walk the best part of two miles(downhill) to get there every day - stayed for at least six hours in the searing heat, helped make the meals for them, nursed mother-less-babies. Helped old and confused people who had lost all they possessed, played with the children, fed them, tried to comfort them by touch because they couldn't speak English and I couldn't speak their native tongue.
There were at least five days that I can actually recall, when I walked back those two miles home (UPHILL) in my bare feet, because I'd given my shoes away, to someone who had even less than me, arriving back with blisters - I did that EVERY day for about four weeks until all the women and children of British Forces Personnel were airlifted out for their own safety.
We had been married for less than five months. I left Cyprus on 15th August 1974 and I didn't see my husband again until 31st December 1974. I have spent most of my life giving and sharing what I have. I have given MORE than I have - to the point of bankruptcy. I am disgusted that our ex military personnel are living on the street. These ex soldiers deserve MUCH better than they are receiving and we are not going to be able to DO that unless we sort out the immigration.
THIS is COMMON sense.
I remember the stench of that refugee camp, the crying children, the mothers searching for their children, old women (in their seventies and eighties) trying to hold their empty, flat breasts to the mouths of the youngest of babies, who were literally starving when they arrived - having either lost their mothers or their mothers had yet to be found. It was hard work, but it was the most rewarding thing I have ever done in my life - and yes - had I the health, strength and stamina today, that I had then, I'd do it all again.
There is THE greatest possibility of these kinds of camps being required in the UK unless we get the immigration under control. There is absolutely and definitely MORE chance of that happening than returning to Glasgow Slums and Nazi-type gas chambers.
Please, please do not mistake my preferences for lack of compassion. I have BEEN there. I have DONE that. I have SEEN that. It's not about allowing this immigration to continue - it's about being ABLE to give these refugees some kind of decent life, not just an existence. We are not a rich nation, by any means, we owe more than we have.
Who's going to be the first person to sell their home to provide what is needed for ONE refugee? If you are willing to do that - and I mean give your very last penny - then feel free to tell me I don't know what compassion is. I have already done that. However, my next pennies will be given to our ex-servicemen, because those are the ones who need it."