Stephen's Poem

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This year a lady called Jessica trekked across the Sahara to raise money for Help For Heroes then stood on the highest sand dune and recited a poem by her soldier son Stephen,who had been left brain damaged and paralysed by an attack in Basra in 2008.
http://www.telegraph.co.uk/news/uknews/1580476/Basras-last-battle-the-untold-story.html

This is Stephen's poem

'As I See It'
A poem by Stephen Vause 4 Rifles 2009

When I was just a little kid
I liked to fool around
I often played some footie
On grass or solid ground
I’d love to play a friendly match
As yet I cannot start
Cos when we fought the war on terror
They blew my world apart
I worry for my comrades
As they are still out there
I’d like them to come home to us
But life just isn’t fair
Sam she was my girlfriend
So beautiful and bright
But now that we have parted
I think it's pretty *****
My mum, she has a new dog
Milo is his name
I cannot bring him here with me
And that’s a crying shame
SOOOOOO
I’d really like to speak again
To tell you how I feel
I’d really like to eat again
To have a decent meal
To help me mend with greater speed
The hand of friendship is all I need
To all my friends I love so much
I’m glad that you all keep in touch.
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This year a lady called Jessica trekked across the Sahara to raise money for Help For Heroes then stood on the highest sand dune and recited a poem by her soldier son Stephen,who had been left brain damaged and paralysed by an attack in Basra in 2008.
http://www.telegraph.co.uk/news/uknews/1580476/Basras-last-battle-the-untold-story.html

This is Stephen's poem

'As I See It'
A poem by Stephen Vause 4 Rifles 2009

When I was just a little kid

I liked to fool around
I often played some footie
On grass or solid ground
I’d love to play a friendly match
As yet I cannot start
Cos when we fought the war on terror
They blew my world apart
I worry for my comrades
As they are still out there
I’d like them to come home to us
But life just isn’t fair
Sam she was my girlfriend
So beautiful and bright
But now that we have parted
I think it's pretty *****
My mum, she has a new dog
Milo is his name
I cannot bring him here with me
And that’s a crying shame
SOOOOOO
I’d really like to speak again
To tell you how I feel
I’d really like to eat again
To have a decent meal
To help me mend with greater speed
The hand of friendship is all I need
To all my friends I love so much
I’m glad that you all keep in touch.​

You have touched upon all of my emotions this morning with your post. It seems no matter how difficult our life is, somewhere there is someone facing untold pain, as they try to piece together a shattered circumstances in their life. Stories such as this not only help the writer to cope, but also the reader to have the courage to face, in their life, obstacles that seem impossible. Thanks for sharing.

 

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I woke up this morning feeling tired and not too happy the snow was still on the ground and I'd have to walk to work tomorrow in it after getting up at five on a dark winters morning. I clicked on my emails and there was a Christmas message from the people at Help for Heroes with this poem in it along with other stories. And doesn't it knock you down to size and make you think about what your priorities are!
Stories like these are humbling and awe inspiring. What each of us can do is make sure they aren't forgotten and there is support for them, sadly more and more young men and women are being left with horrendous injuries serving their countries. In the UK we have the Royal Legion and Help for Heroes, I'm sure there's similiar in the States and Canada so if you haven't done so, look them up and give them your support so they can support these incredible people.


The pilot who took such risks to get him to safety became the first woman to win the Distinguished Flying Cross in the RAF.
http://www.timesonline.co.uk/tol/news/uk/article3508222.ece