Well, I've decided to post my poem Irreplaceable Son so that those who are interested can see what the fuss was about.

Irreplaceable Son

I found myself that day-

In a sea of beige and sand

I was marching out of step to The Regimental Band

I found myself that day-

Within sight and sound of war

As a mothers' irreplaceable son cried; 'What are we fighting for?'

Each time we form The Hollow Square

A thousand heads will bow in prayer

The silence breaks

A bugle calls

Each time a son so irreplaceable falls.

I found myself that day-

In a sea of sand and beige

As a mothers' irreplaceable son signed in blood across The Page

I found myself that day-

In the Quiet Mass of pain

As a thousand irreplaceable sons steel themselves to fight again.

Once more we'll form The Hollow Square

A thousand heads will bow in prayer

The silence breaks

A bugle calls

Once more a son so irreplaceable falls.

I found myself today-

In this mean unpleasant land

Still marching out of step to The Regimental Band

I found myself today-

In a hot slow burning rage

As another irreplaceable son signed in blood across The Page.

Dean King 2009