This poem by an Ian Yates is coming up on my newsfeed, it's quite poignant, thought I'd share.
Just out for a walk after an early stack
Not looking for trouble, not watching my back
Mothers with prams holding hands with their kids
Not paying attention to the car as it skids
Caught completely off guard not expecting what comes
One man with a knife another with guns
No chance of defence no chance to fight back
Looking for help as the cowards attack
An angel arrives as the light turns to grey
A woman attempts to steer attackers away
My last thought of 'Thank You' never strays from my brain
As my body shuts down and I feel no more pain.
I look to my left and I look to my right
Thousands of squaddies are all that's in sight
Uniforms are crisp and their faces are clean
No sign of anger or hate to be seen
As if by command they salute all as one
The RSM smiles, says 'Welcome home son'.
I can't get this poor soldier and his family (had a little boy age 2) out of my mind, they must be devastated to think how he actually died. What is this country coming to, it's so awful.
I know what you mean Ann, it's played on my mind since I saw it on the news, I just keep thinking of his poor family and them having to see those flipping pictures of that savage with blood all over his hands, I wished the media hadn't given them so much attention. Still, I'm glad everyone liked the poem.
I agree Rocky, those hands covered in blood were even dreadful for us to see, his poor family seeing that in the papers and on the news, it must have been too much to bear.
Terrible. I'm devastated for this young boy. I'm crying now. There is another lovely poem starting 'Sleep well young soldier, your work is done ..... You can find it on Google, extremely poignant.