I remember a time

I remember a time of friends, mates and comrades.

Many years and a lot of miles ago.

I remember good friends long gone or recent gone.

Never again in my lifetime, will I know such friends, but I remember them with pride.

They stood tall on parade. They fought well and hard and they lived hard.

Some of the ones who came back damaged in mind died hard too, often at their own hand.

With the recent military cutbacks in UK it is my fear that more of our emotionally damaged personnel will find the help they can expect, the help they have a right to, cut back from virtually bugger all, to nothing.

These men, and women these days, have given all they can and more and deserve our support.

Our government, of course, will pay them off and then try to wipe their hands clean of any responsibility for the orders they caused to be issued.

This is not unusual. Governments have been doing that for centuries, but it is not right. It is not just. It is not fair.

Whenever I hear of support services for ex- service personnel being cut back I will shout blue murder to anyone who will listen and even to those who don’t want to.

I ask that others join me.

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  1. Thank you all who commented. More support than I expected to this post.
    Seems there is more guts out there than I had thought.
    Thank you again, for myself and for those past, present and future.