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I met him when I was twelve. The troops were just back from Europe. Some of them were still wearing their uniforms and refighting the action every Saturday afternoon on the screen at the Roxy. Picture a sunny spring day: … Continue reading

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I think of my father ‘s breath trailing from his lips backlit by the cool November sun His cheeks are ruddy and his eyes teared by the hard northern wind His neat row of medals is pinned to the twill … Continue reading

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