Carrickfergus – A Memorial Of Sorts

The sun was setting over the sorghum with a gentle breeze tickling my nape and it brought to mind a sad day so long ago as I rocked in a beloved swing with a similar sentiment rolling through my thoughts – when I was “rarely sober”…

For all the young men lost, and the women and families that mourn that loss…(and, yes, the women, too – now that they also fall in those ragged lines…)

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