C. Craig R. McNeil
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The following refers to previous events which I hope won't be too distracting....
Regards
Craig
The sun is shining wanly through the light fluff of clouds, its meagre heat lost in the cool damp westerly wind. Away up here you can see the Cairngorms rising brown, green and grey to the north of Glasgow. The dusting of snow spread over them gives them an aura of peace and serenity that I wish I held within me. It's a beautiful day. The sun is shining, the trees are beginning to bud, the sky is an opulent cold blue. I see only shadows and darkness. Death and decay. Sorrow and despair. No future, no hope, emptiness.
My family is dead, taken from me by the Nazi scum that destroyed everything I held dear in one clap of ruinous thunder and flame. The worst thing is that I'd said we were safe because we were far away from the docks. When the attack began and those huge explosions sounded across the water I picked up the children and ran, Maggie just behind me. We were lucky that we were late and standing on the outskirts of the crowd. Greg and wee Jeannie were complaining they wouldn't be able to see anything.
But anyway, we ran, Jeannie in my right arm holding tight to my neck never crying because she was so frightened. Greg in my left, pure white with fear. My heart was pounding hard threatening to burst through my chest when I stopped gasping in the air tinted with dust that made my mouth dry and my voice a croak. I gave the children to Maggie and told them to stay there while I went to see if it was safe up ahead. I could hear the constant crump of bombs exploding behind us, I could hear people screaming everywhere and I could see panicked faces all around. But I thought it would be safe there where I left them. We were far from the docks. Anyone else would say the same. Wouldn't they?
And so I ran on ahead searching for help, a policeman, safety. An air raid siren was sounding over the city, a undulating wail for the dead. I heard thin screams sounds from the sky, shells falling down to earth I was told later and then the explosions behind me. I crouched to the ground as a thick grey cloud of dust rolled over me and bits of brick rained down on to me. Maggie and the children…..
I ran back and found the crater. It was a huge, forty foot across and ten down. The surrounding buildings had been flattened. Bloody bodies lay all around but none of them were my Maggie or Greg or wee Jeannie. They'd been standing right where the shell had landed. I screamed.
And so here I am now. The sun is shining wanly through the light fluff of clouds, its meagre heat lost in the cool damp westerly wind. Away up here you can see the Cairngorms rising brown, green and grey to the north of Glasgow. The dusting of snow spread over them gives them an aura of peace and serenity that I wish I held within me. It's a beautiful day. The sun is shining, the trees are beginning to bud, the sky is an opulent cold blue. I see only shadows and darkness. Death and decay. Sorrow and despair. No future, no hope, emptiness. I step off the building.
Regards
Craig
The sun is shining wanly through the light fluff of clouds, its meagre heat lost in the cool damp westerly wind. Away up here you can see the Cairngorms rising brown, green and grey to the north of Glasgow. The dusting of snow spread over them gives them an aura of peace and serenity that I wish I held within me. It's a beautiful day. The sun is shining, the trees are beginning to bud, the sky is an opulent cold blue. I see only shadows and darkness. Death and decay. Sorrow and despair. No future, no hope, emptiness.
My family is dead, taken from me by the Nazi scum that destroyed everything I held dear in one clap of ruinous thunder and flame. The worst thing is that I'd said we were safe because we were far away from the docks. When the attack began and those huge explosions sounded across the water I picked up the children and ran, Maggie just behind me. We were lucky that we were late and standing on the outskirts of the crowd. Greg and wee Jeannie were complaining they wouldn't be able to see anything.
But anyway, we ran, Jeannie in my right arm holding tight to my neck never crying because she was so frightened. Greg in my left, pure white with fear. My heart was pounding hard threatening to burst through my chest when I stopped gasping in the air tinted with dust that made my mouth dry and my voice a croak. I gave the children to Maggie and told them to stay there while I went to see if it was safe up ahead. I could hear the constant crump of bombs exploding behind us, I could hear people screaming everywhere and I could see panicked faces all around. But I thought it would be safe there where I left them. We were far from the docks. Anyone else would say the same. Wouldn't they?
And so I ran on ahead searching for help, a policeman, safety. An air raid siren was sounding over the city, a undulating wail for the dead. I heard thin screams sounds from the sky, shells falling down to earth I was told later and then the explosions behind me. I crouched to the ground as a thick grey cloud of dust rolled over me and bits of brick rained down on to me. Maggie and the children…..
I ran back and found the crater. It was a huge, forty foot across and ten down. The surrounding buildings had been flattened. Bloody bodies lay all around but none of them were my Maggie or Greg or wee Jeannie. They'd been standing right where the shell had landed. I screamed.
And so here I am now. The sun is shining wanly through the light fluff of clouds, its meagre heat lost in the cool damp westerly wind. Away up here you can see the Cairngorms rising brown, green and grey to the north of Glasgow. The dusting of snow spread over them gives them an aura of peace and serenity that I wish I held within me. It's a beautiful day. The sun is shining, the trees are beginning to bud, the sky is an opulent cold blue. I see only shadows and darkness. Death and decay. Sorrow and despair. No future, no hope, emptiness. I step off the building.
