CFB Trenton

I watched a Canadian Soldier come back to Trenton on the evening news and I was transported back to my younger brothers funeral in 1992. A cold hard day in North Wales, a hint of rain and a gaggle of twenty-somethings with red eyes and knots in their stomachs.

A brother who was eleven years my junior, killed in a senseless way and my entire family hit by it's own personal tsunami.

I miss him, my dear mum, my dad and I miss the boy I was before it all started to be washed away.