Cpl. Gerald Fitzgerald, No.2 Commando 2 Troop

These photos were donated on behalf of the friends and family of Gerald Fitzgerald, in love and honour of Gerry. They asked that this poem be placed alongside his photos.

Steel Breeze

But angels of the battlefield, as they were
Need no echo of the trumpet to fill their hearts

Medals are not the echo of the trumpet call.

The Trumpet blows:
For the call came, and they were chosen.
They flew with the might of the wind in their hearts

Men work, angels fly.

For those wings of the heart which beat with the feathers of a determined soul.

Men they were, angels they became.

Their breeze still beats upon our souls and upon our future.

Anon.


( Veni, vidi, vici. No matter how high the sky or how deep the hell, value is value )