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The woods of Northern Europe 1944 Hold thou thy light before my closing eyes Shine through the gloom and point me to the skies Heaven’s morning breaks, and earths vain shadows flee In life, in death, O Lord abide with me - Abide with me, English Hymn – Trad. The...
The air raid
As the evening draws near the people in the town begin to get their things ready for the night ahead. They have a quick meal and those who have shelters in their gardens put the blankets, food, torches and books etc, all the things that will help them through the...
Twin soliloquy
‘I hate flies, I hate heat, I hate the desert, in fact I hate bloody everything connected to the place.’ Simon stared around him; the detritus of human life, the sweat, blood, tears, the indelible mark of ‘mans inhumanity to man’ Who the hell did he think he was;...
It’s got my name on it
It’s so beautifully crafted Tipped copper, brass and there’s lead Seven six two Or so it is said Full metal jacket Well, it is dressed to kill Makes a big hole Seven six two mil Packed full of cordite To give it Gods speed Its got my name on it My fate is to bleed...
Final request
Adrenaline rushed through my veins, giving me a vital boost. Within 20 minutes, I had to reach Don Gattuso, otherwise I would never be able to settle the score. The night was damp and the smell of spring invaded my nostrils. A wave of despair took over as I realised I...
The candle that burns
It’s been almost thirty years since I last bought a vigil candle. They have seen me through some of the darkest times of my life, but I had hoped never to buy one again. Today, my vigil candle is the most important item on my shopping list. When my fashionable...
Forgotten horses
The promise of progress was stuck so thin, the glue on the billboards cracked wide in the harsh, March wind. By Central station - where lads like I'd once been left the northern city - the promise was of clean design, modern civic spaces: the developers' computer...
When H.M.S Alamein met The Argyls in Cyprus
It was during ‘the troubles’ that HMS Alamein was sent to patrol the waters around Cyprus. British Servicemen were considered legitimate targets for the Eoka gunmen so ordinary shore leave was not an option. Any shore leave was limited to sports events within British...
Return at sunrise
The night here is hot, stuffy and continuous: ever present rather than surprising, and brutal rather than clever or deceitful. It wallows through the street onto the buses, and between the gaps in the buildings, and through bedrooms and bars. Its soundtrack is the...
The day before pass out
‘Dear Mam, I am bulling my boots’ ‘Dear Son, Why are you bulling your boots?’ ‘Dear Mam, I am bulling my boots because the Sergeant says that I must’ ‘Dear Son, Why does the sergeant say that you must?’ ‘Dear Mam, Because he is a bastard’ ‘Dear Son, you should not say...