God Bless Harry

Is he the stuff of fairy tales this handsome young soldier by the name of Wales.

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He is off to prove he is a common man to join the ranks and fight for his grandma queen in Afghanistan .

He’s climbed mount Everest with veteran amputees, he gave his best.To highlight  their plight  for you and me they are not treated too well you see.

After fighting for their country and their queen, disabled they are left without jobs though to work they were keen. For many who return life can be lean and mean.

He has his faults that is true and he has done things I would not want to know my son might do! He likes and drink and maybe a smoke and pretty girls he does not need to coax.

But what ever his faults I do not  care, he really is just an honest brave lad with ginger hair. I am so grateful that he should go out to fight in a far off land with strange names like Helmand and Bastion. I would not want my sons to go, neither does his nan or dad, I know.

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So thank you Harry  this is a good thing you do, going off to war when you know you do not have to do. I don’t know if this war is wrong or right  that is something we could argue on all night. I have one thing more to say. Harry, may God protect you both night and day

Is he the stuff of fairy tales this handsome young soldier by the name of Wales.

A quiet man

A quiet man

He was a quiet man, he was a helpful caring man. Handsome in his youth a dashing man,a fighter for rights. A union man, a fighting for the under dog man, a “I’ll do it if I can man” .

He met my Mum, a wooing man, a handsome flashing eyed Irishman. A black haired almost wild man, a stand up for what I am man. A good man to trust your life to and my Mum did, he was an out in the open man what see is what you get man nothing  hid.

He worked hard he was a family man. A sturdy, bring home the wages man, a giver, comforter a lover man. A home maker man some one to carry the can man, a there until the end man.

He was a stern man, when you had done wrong, though he was a quick to praise man , happy to teach you a lessen in a song man. A teacher man,sometimes a preacher man an always there when it counted man.

He was a father of the bride man, and he handed all his daughters away, he was the man who supported his sons when they became the married men. He was a support man, and adviser man the lover of lilies of the valley man. He was reunited with my Mum man when they saw us all gone. He was a plain man to the end man, not a flourish and bouquet, blackmagic man,an honest to the end man.

He was a deaf man, but he heard what was important man! At the end, a blind man, in stature a tiny man in truth a giant man. A truly missed man , a wish you where here man. He is a gone but not a forgotten man.