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the sands of time are slowly trickling away.
After all are we not all mortal in the end?

Death can take a long time.It sometimes can take years before you realise you are dead.
The lucky ones go quick.
Like a cancer it destroys the brain.
Torturing your family in the process

I seem not to really share any affinity with the people who surround me now.Opposed to those who were there almost 20 years ago.

Col. H Jones 2 Para 1982.
I saw him before,and during the battle for Darwin Hill.I helped to carry his body down to the RAP at the rear of Darwin Hill.
It's how I remember him.

War is a battle of wills,skills and physical realities.
That fucks with your mind,but only if you let it.

All three of my babies have blue eyes, my wife, my daughter and lastly my son.
This was written for my daughter.

There are no clear guidelines for what heroes should look like.
I believe given the opportunity we could all be heroes.

This poem was written after the hardest time in my depression.  This was a way of me expressing everything I was feeling.

This one really touches my heart.  I wrote this almost a year after one of my closest friends committed suicide.