Bullets would arc around digger's heads. Some men would move just before a slug, stalling a dent in their helmets. Some would take off their helmets after they'd been struck, only to be buckshot with another. There they'd be - helmet in their hands, bloodied head, and a limp neck - their bodies twisted by … Continue reading war
The sound of war planes bearing down before you can see them, cuts me to the bone.
Returned servicemen in shopping malls selling ribbons - a soft reminder.