My Tribute to a Fallen Soldier...

I went back and forward on this for over two days; Was it ethical?
Should I contact the Family first?
What would he be saying right now?

So here's what I decided to do: I met Grehame in a physiciatric hospital in the north east of Scotland. I took an instant liking to him as he seemed to be fairly together, if a tad quiet. And of course as tends to happen in places like this, bonds are forged faster, you become closer when you are able to recognise yourself in someone else's pain. What I liked the most about Greham though was not his good nature or witty banter, it was the air of calm he carried with him. Greham unknownly brought Peace to every situation he came across, that was his gift.

He was taken from us too soon, a poor misguided boy, tripped over by his own mind. If only you could have sat through the pain a little longer. You will be sorely missed young man....