Cos I’ve Been To War

Cos I’ve Been To War

Sally Ann Jones, Sally Ann Jones don’t you leave me now cos I’ve been to war and my heart hurts. They wrote mama that I’d lost my legs in Italy. Spent Christmas Eve in a mud hole. God it was cold until the water froze and the stars came out. Then I don’t remember...
The Day My Dad Went To Prison

The Day My Dad Went To Prison

Memory is a funny thing. It changes with time. This is how I remember it now. Or, maybe it’s just how I want to remember it… But the truth is, I don’t want to remember it at all.   1983 Fall. I hadn’t been six long. Just a couple of weeks,...