After catching a post about an American Police Officer shooting dead a 12 year old boy who had a “toy gun” I thought it about time I made my thoughts know on this and subjects like this. Nearly every comment on the post was very critical of the Police Officer who shot the 12 year […]
How a discussion with my 5 year old son led to me finding the soldier who lost his legs instead of me. A post to thank God for my legs and my life.
I take you through Holocaust Memorial Day – how the mind when it’s surrounded by death, a survivor’s story & try to decide whether the correct lessons have been learnt.
Even today this poem rings true. As a squaddie I was often ostracised for being such but when needed things always changed. I WENT into a public ‘ouse to get a pint o’ beer, The publican ‘e up an’ sez, ” We serve no red-coats here.” The girls be’ind the bar they laughed an’ giggled […]