Today was Alexander Blackman's big day - his bail hearing, which was postponed last week. I think it's important to say at this point why I am involved in this case, for Mr Blackman is not my constituent, but he is a former brother in arms. And it was the unique set of circumstances and his conviction for murder, the first of its kind, that drove me to meet him in Lincoln prison more than two years ago. Until that point, I'd had a feeling deep down that something was not right, that he'd been let down by the system and hung out to dry to appease those who have little understanding of war and the effect it has on those we send to serve in our name. I was then part of a team that we established to campaign for an appeal hearing, which, after many months of battling, we have secured. I am totally committed to the cause and will see it through to the end, whatever the outcome. Anyway, having explained my position, let me return to the day. I met Claire, Al's amazing wife, in Chambers with her husband's top legal team, led by Jonathan Goldberg QC. We gratefully sank a cup of tea, before walking to the Royal Courts of Justice near The Strand. The press were there in force and after Claire posed for some photographs in the calm and dignified way she does, we all walked into the building and up to Court 4. On this occasion, Al appeared via video-link, sitting calmly in a chair. The case was once again taken by Lord Chief Justice Lord Thomas, who was sitting with Mr Justice Sweeney. Like last week, the two sides were called to submit their case. Mr Goldberg argued most eloquently to have Al released on bail, which the prosecution did not object to. Strangely, though, bail was not granted and there was an angry reaction in the courtroom. Claire was, as always, magnificent, and, although I could sense her deep disappointment, she did not show it, such is the courage of this remarkable woman. The matter took about 90 minutes, after which Claire gave waiting journalists a pre-prepared statement. She was then led away by her team to catch a train back to Devon. I walked out to the waiting press and said what I could, which wasn't much, frankly. I then headed back to the Commons, picked up my car and drove home for Christmas. I thought long and hard as I drove, hoping that justice would be done for this brave former Royal Marine, who is no threat to anyone, and everyone in the court knew that. I do hope for everyone's sake that justice really is done in the end and that, in my humble opinion, would see Al returning home to his wife having been convicted on the lesser charge of manslaughter with diminished responsibility. Time served would hopefully mean Al did not have to return to prison. What a wonderful day that would be. In the meantime, my thoughts are with Claire.