Around the Corner

I wont tell you the stories he has told me, or the reason why for weeks and months he couldn’t sleep. About the walk around the corner, he kept walking round that corner, walking round that corner for days and months and weeks. That isn’t my story to tell you, only his; but I can tell you that he walks around that corner through his days and through his weeks. I can tell you that he marched them home leading from the front, right down through the Guildhall to the sound of thudding drum. I can tell you that he marched all those young boys home. All of them, but one.