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.