When he came back, we would sometimes find him with headphones on, staring out at the rain. He’s always sought comfort in his music, but I was curious to hear what he listened to now, all these years later.
It wasn’t music. It was recordings. Distant artillery. Gunfire. Rain.
I see the man in the kitchen and sometimes I’m not sure if it’s my son.
Paddy Dobson
3rd March 2023