A short poem which has been circulated by Mick's family.
Not, How Did He Die, But How Did He Live?
Not how did he die, but how did he live?
Not what did he gain, but what did he give?
These are the units to measure the worth
Of a man as a man, regardless of birth.
Not, what was his church, nor what was his creed?
But had he befriended those really in need?
Was he ever ready, with word of good cheer,
To bring back a smile, to banish a tear?
Not what did the sketch in the newspaper say,
But how many were sorry when he passed away.
I heard from John Hogan out in Exmouth last friday.Its awful, he was one of the best.i first knew him when i was a scared ex-nod in x company grot in 78, i can see him now-carrying a naked drunk bird-and running in a section attack at Otterburn. A lovely bloke