from the ground you reach for the sky
at thirty feet high.
A gentle mother reminding us of peace
as soldiers bused by from north to south
to test fire on the range every day
you hold your own most powerful weapon
as the child in your arms.
Standing on the Hill of Miracles
it certainly was one the day
something returned that was not
on the flight plan
and almost landed at your feet
causing a huge outcry.
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When I was stationed on Benbecula it was a test firing range where army and air force regiments would come and practice firing the newest ground to air missiles and fighter aircraft would also practice firing at targets other aircraft had being pulled behind them.
I was a tracking radar op, it meant as opposed to following a huge sweep of info like on a round screen, our radar ‘locked’ onto one individual target and followed wherever it went without loosing sight of it’s flight path, height etc.
One day we’d fired a (new back then in the 70’s) drone and instead of returning on it’s proper flight path it somehow went quite haywire and dive bombed…landing right beside this precious statue. Being a very religious island, you can well imagine the uproar it caused among the locals folks and, I could see why.
The hill it sits on is called ‘Hill of miracles’
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