Under the Gun. PSNI – The Godfathers of PTSD?

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Trigger warning 18+

Steve – Excerpt from ‘Not Your Legacy’

  They were coming, I could hear them. They wailed for no purpose because the one they sought to rescue was beyond all help. A flash of blue whipped round the corner. Dad was here. And on his tail in hot pursuit was the emergency response unit…

The Ornament Tree of Portmore – 1760

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Playlist for this Post The giant and I were friends, or so I like to think. She never spoke, obviously. Not in normal terms. But please believe me when I say that I could feel her. Her presence was real to me. I think she felt me too. I know she did.  The first time… Continue reading The Ornament Tree of Portmore – 1760

Emma

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This is supposed to be safer than back home. That’s what I thought anyway as I walked the seven miles into Belfast.  I can handle the cold wet pavement beneath me, even though it has me soaked through and is hurting my hip. I’ve got a sleeping bag that some lady gave me. And a bit of cardboard underneath. Her kindness should have made me cry.

Not Even Ordinary Ordinary

Playlist for this Post It is his mother’s fault. And mine for letting her give him that stupid fucking name – Lucius. I still don’t know where she even heard it, maybe it’s made up. Ever wonder he’s getting the tripe kicked out of him daily. I probably should let him get a dose again… Continue reading Not Even Ordinary Ordinary

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