This is the story of a British soldier serving in strife-torn Northern
Ireland. A story of a soldier caught between necessary use of force and
admiration for the people he had been tasked to put down.
Bomber's Lament
Watch and wait in the dark
Don't be afraid, killers can be killed
Like other men, don't be afraid
Point the gun and squeeze the trigger
Killing is easy, living with it is hard
Dreams come, they go, only bad dreams
Where are the good dreams?
They died when you squeezed the trigger
The killers went to hell to burn and die
Your hell is here, it will last forever
God will forgive, if I ask him now
God has gone, leaving this world in disgust
He gave us paradise, we have destroyed it
Destroyed through greed and religious jealousy
The hard rain fell but couldn't cleanse the soul
Nothing will cleanse it, for this we must suffer
Priests, man, woman, child, terrorist and soldier
The unborn have a chance but the hard rain fell
Bomber cried for help to God, no help came
Cried to his fellow man, they didn't hear him
Only the warm arms of a woman gave comfort
Soothing an aching heart, wiping away the tears
All was not lost for God is still with us
Just listen and do what you know is right
Hold fast against evil that would control the world
Keep a strong heart, don't be afraid of the dark
Our arms and hearts are strong, we will go on
God, where is he? He is in us to strike down evil
And the killers in the dark will be banished
But the hard rain fell and Bomber cried.
The first book featuring Bomber Brown, The Wolves of the Radfan, tells
of his early life as a soldier fighting in the Middle East. Following on
from Hard Rain, Bomber finds himself in more trouble in The Darkness. A
story of how easy it is to go from good to bad in Northern Ireland and
Switzerland.
