Concrete Phoenix

“Life had not been too kind to Declan just lately.  But according to the horoscope in this morning’s paper that was soon to change.  Not that he believed in that stuff.  The thirty four year old factory worker had gotten used to being a magnet for trouble over the last few years.  That was just how it was,” the old man read. He continued…

Bloody Sunday

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Playlist for this post They crawled on their bellies, Bullets over head. To try and help the victims, Who unstoppably bled. Boys, injured, wounded, Children, like yours and mine. Thrown about like they were nothing, Not worth the British time. They were here to fight an evil But what they became was far far worse… Continue reading Bloody Sunday