or why there is such a thing as my job.
I find it awful sad that one person cannot get along with another based upon feelings alone,which escalates to the point where we have no option but to slug it out with the sole intent of taking life from one another.When at first I joined,I was full of hope that by doing so,somehow,I could make the world a better place.That was then.Now,I just sigh and wonder whether my small contribution has achieved anything at all.
I have been side by side with flags of many nations,and trust me here,when the dust begins to spurt up and men and women start to cry out as wounds appear as from nowhere,when you see a persons eyes haze and crack like a frozen lake,and you look into them seeing yourself as if looking over the rim of an empty bottomless well,you care not for which what or whos' flag they bear that burden for.You hold them and you hope for them,sometimes you are their mother,or their father,sometimes their priest,but always a sibling,human and there when they have nothing else at all in the world but you.
To return to my home and find that the Great has been squandered from Britain,the United sundered from Kingdom,just makes me want to weep,for whilst away,that was sometimes all I had,the thought of a peaceful,happy homeland.I am sorry there are people who do not like the Union Flag,I am sorry I went away to defend it on their behalf,when really,they couldnt have cared less.Perhaps now,I too,will care less.
Lizzie