I HAVE never written before, but watching the emergency services coping with the terrible train crash last Wednesday, with dead, trapped, frightened and injured people, then having to tell their loved ones really affected me.
It made me remember that poem of hate that was in the BEN and written by a reader who had so much hate for these brave men and women who do these jobs, not just 9am-5pm and in nice weather.
I just wondered where the writer was on that bitter freezing 6am day. Maybe tucked up in bed or writing a poem.
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