Teach the Children

When I look into your eyes
tears pool
Smoke, screams, panic, sirens, collapse, ash of lives crushed, turned to instant dust. Watching everything in  disbelief. Had the world flipped its fragile lid, finally gone crazy. Time will not replace those souls gone, but not forgotten. The Angels who suddenly became everyday heros saving strangers who needed help because, they couldn’t help themselves. It’s simply what love of fellow mankind does.
Mother, may I ask you or father, teach the children well. Let them see through your eyes that hate destroys the heart which feeds it. Love is really all they need.
I am by no means a pacifist. Proudly served my country.  Had army collegues and friends killed and wounded while living under the constant pub bombs and other terrorism from the IRA. The Grand Hotel where 5 cabinet members lost their lives and countless more were seriously injured in Brighton was my home town. Now they have not just the IRA but muslim extremist fanatics to contend with too. My heart ached that day watching in real time, those two towers collapsing, knowing they would be filled with ordinary people going about their daily lives.

I believe that terrorism must never be allowed to win but, I also believe:

*If we are to teach real peace in this world, and if we are to carry on a real war against war, we shall have to begin with the children. Mohandas Gandhi

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Carry on Tuesday #122