Lincoln (my youngest son) and I have been at the hospital for the past 10 days. Lincoln had a very bad accident whilst at nursery and broke his femur. He spent his fourth birthday in hospital having an operation (on his actual birthday) He is the bravest little boy I know (and the cutest)
Obviously due to our recent family events I have not had the time to put pen to paper although my mind has been rather overactive with expression and emotion.
I would like to share something with you all that I know you will appreciate and understand my reasons for wanting to post such an expressive piece of writing
The following poem was written by my eldest son (Daniel age 13) for the anger he said, the anger that hurt inside his chest watching his little brother having to endure so much already at such a young age and he feels so helpless as he cannot do anything to make it better for him.
I am so proud of you Daniel for the mature attitude you possess and the way you are so protective over your brother and sister they are lucky to have a big brother like you (who else would they use as a human climbing frame and annoy relentlessly with their constant chatter and cheeky behaviour) 
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*- Bullets bullets Everywhere -*
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Bullets bullets Everywhere
Bodies are flying and no one cares
The I.C Comes over and asks his squad ‘are you hurt?’
As a few men slowly die and keel over in the dirt
One man is injured this means diamond formation
A grenade flies in and blasts delta team out of creation
Only Charlie team is left so its split into two
As eight becomes four, there’s not much left to do
Charlie moves forward the enemy is near
They begin flanking, so they can disappear
‘Half of you move, the other half support’
Once they decided, they put into action
what they’d been taught.
Once it had ended and the battle was won
Charlie came out on top, the enemy was done
Yet another win for the U.K Army
This really is a great victory.
Bullets bullets were everywhere
Bullets were flying now everyone cares
Banners and flags, hanging from windows
The U.K’s lit up by everyone’s Zippo’s.
Daniel Babb (Age 13)
