by Praveen Raj | Apr 28, 2009 | Poetry
The sun beats down my back sweat drips off my brow and I feel my companions hot breath on my neck as we march, foot after foot mile after mile. Each step brings us closer to the hour of battle closer to honour to pieces of metal on our chests and to the stench of...
by Michael Parris | Apr 28, 2009 | Stories
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...
by Denice Penrose | Apr 27, 2009 | Stories
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...
by Ken Stephenson | Apr 27, 2009 | Stories
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...
by Andrew Papworth | Apr 26, 2009 | Poetry
The dark and swirling black cloud fills the sky with its noxious fumes, Its caustic form stings eyes and darkens minds, We arrived in expectance, Hoping that our stand would weather the onslaught, Yet we leave defeated, And seem unable to find our place in this new...
