I was walking down the slight hill towards the goods yard<\/p>\n
It was a trip that I made on most days as I worked there<\/p>\n
My job was to supervise the loading and unloading of goods<\/p>\n
The post was secure and the railway company left me alone<\/p>\n
But on this day something was wrong as did not have a shirt<\/p>\n
Indeed I was topless and felt a little uncomfortable about it<\/p>\n
But nobody seemed to notice that I was not in uniform<\/p>\n
<\/p>\n
The yard was empty when I arrived and I sat in the mess room<\/p>\n
With George Alan Steve and Ruth chatting and drinking coffee<\/p>\n
I then decided to borrow a shirt from Sam who was my height<\/p>\n
Sam was in hospital with a broken leg after being struck by a car<\/p>\n
It was only after I started my shift wearing poor Sam’s shirt<\/p>\n
That I began to experience clearly the visceral terrors of his war<\/p>\n
This made me feel ill and not suspecting it be the shirt I wept<\/p>\n
<\/p>\n
I too had experienced terrible things during the late war<\/p>\n
And had been involved in looting and the lazy executions of broken men<\/p>\n
But I had put this behind me when I returned home and locked the box<\/p>\n
My colleagues comforted me as they did Sam when the war terrors appeared<\/p>\n
But little did they know that Sam had been a hero a fine and honourable soldier<\/p>\n
Which was the opposite of my filthy war of greed violence and random killings<\/p>\n
I had always wondered God’s punishment might be and now my eyes had been opened<\/p>\n
<\/p>\n
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