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(16 January 1874 - 11 September 1958 / Preston)

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They say my great uncle read foreign books
in a mud house in Nanking,
plowed his twenty acres, listened to
rare birds, disregarded
the willow's hush. One day he knelt in the street,
sign around his neck
that said: Traitor. Little Red Book spread like wax
on his back, even
birds spun their heads around. He labored with
peasants, hands turned rough.
He must have had eyes like golden orbs.
One day he disappeared.
I am standing in the dirt in La Jolla, perpendicular
to the earth,
weeds exploding, rows and rows of berries, clouds
that reach and sever.
He is hanging from a mud house in Nanking,
perpendicular to the earth.
Our angles are equal, therefore we are parallel.
Then there must be two birds, two shores,
two deaths.

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Why did William Service come up as non-existent in your search enquiry?
This poem is about a brave and dedicated soldier called Hector MacDonald who left his job as an apprentice kiltmaker in Inverness to join the Gordon Highlanders in Aberdeen. He worked his way up the ranks and became a celebrated hero for his bravery in the Soudan and in India. He was eroniously accused of child molesting and homosexuality by his senior in command and advised to do the right thing. Hector shot himself in the head in a small hotel in Paris. The accusations were never endorsed or proven or even effectively looked into. He was a friend of the famous Scott Skinner (celebrated fiddler and composer) of Aberdeenshire who wrote a tune in his memory called Hector The Hero. Sudsieboy.
This poem is about a brave and dedicated soldier called Hector MacDonald who left his job as an apprentice kiltmaker in Inverness to join the Gordon Highlanders in Aberdeen. He worked his way up the ranks and became a celebrated hero for his bravery in the Soudan and in India. He was eroniously accused of child molesting and homosexuality by his senior in command and advised to do the right thing. Hector shot himself in the head in a small hotel in Paris. The accusations were never endorsed or proven or even effectively looked into. He was a friend of the famous Scott Skinner (celebrated fiddler and composer) of Aberdeenshire who wrote a tune in his memory called Hector The Hero. Sudsieboy.
......even today many of the armed service members commit suicide...even more so than previously I imagine...and they say suicide runs in families...it may not be a sickness of the body, but a sickness of the soul itself...which causes people to give up their life...and go into the mysterious unknown...
A tragedy indeed. When our heroes can't cope and we aren't there to council.
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