First light arrived. Soon these hours come to pass would be the last now for many, if not all. Pockets of men snored. Some chatted quietly amidst the rubble and stacks of other things they’d used to build new barricades from crumbled walls. Much fewer in numbers after the wounds and loss of yesterdays all-day melee. Seemingly not urgent the young Lieutenant shook his comrade’s shoulder gently. But still, it woke him with a jolt and, rubbing tired eyes, he gulped at what he then saw, too.
Across the tops of every hill surrounding, they stood. So tall and not one, but in their hundreds. Intimidating. Bodies glistened, gleaming in their bold near-naked presence. At the early morning sun all had begun silent then, the noise came with the lowest of hum then, some warriors cut their lines, ran out, began beating on their animal skin shields and others scrape their spears into the air in these, their opening peacock strutted dares. These simple acts were just the prelude to the coming slaughter. The hum became a roaring of threats and other promised deeds and to drown them out, defiant, the soldiers held their dignity. Sang Men of Harlech, knowing each had made their peace and were readied now to do or die beneath the Zulu Dawn.
When I look into your eyes
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
When you’ve been to hell
Walked among the living dead and survived amidst
that dreadful stench of gushing evil.
Gone through the fire.
Faced the devil.
Felt his breath sear your soul yet, you’ve blown
it back with complete indifference.
G-Mans, no more or less than 55 before your kick ass weekend, is a doddle.
No star studded nights shine their light here, amidst the slums and fallen.
He waits nondescript, watching the street women work in the thickest of London’s pea-souper fogs. Pallid faces dressed up to the nines. Over-painted lips quivering and pinched noses, appearing bird-like from their shadows on the cobbled-stone street ‘neath the gaslights dim glow.
He listens as the women tout. Shout their cheapest prices to hordes of young men and other drunks who goof around as they leave the bar, steal each others top-hats or hitch the seat of each-others britches high, for a laughing rise.
He breathes in deep…mindful always, to keep his patience. The reward will soon be met when he would slice one of those lice-infested bitches.
Rats crawl along the base of the wall behind him but Jack smiles, this was his Whitechapel and nothing blooms amidst this filthy rack of life but lust and… his lust was just for their blood.
Most of you will realise this is the story of the notorious serial killer who became widely known as Jack the Ripper. It is thought he began his killing spree in March/April 1888 and is not known when it ended. Over the last 123 years, there have been many theories over who exactly Jack the Ripper was. He was originally called The Whitechapel Murderer until a handwritten letter (supposedly from him) was sent to a newspaper signed, Jack the Ripper.
They speculated that he was a rich man slumming it who hated women, especially prostitutes. Or, he was a royal surgeon doing this with help to cover up one of Queen Victoria’s own Grandson’s (Prince Eddy) who supposedly had married one of the prostitutes, had a bastard child with her and the royal family wanted it all covered up. The Masonics were also suspected of being involved but, none of this was ever proven to be fact.
There’ve been many movies made about Jack the Ripper over the years. Even Johnny Depp made one in 2001 called From Hell, (which was the title of another ‘confession’ letter supposedly sent to the police by the real Jack the Ripper) at that time.
I’ve included three links to read about this story if anyone doesn’t know it and, wishes to.