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Tony McNally served in the British army as a Royal Artillery Gunner. As a young 19-year-old soldier he was sent to fight in the Falklands War as a Anti aircraft Rapier missile operator where he successfully shot down two multi million dollar Argentine aircraft. After serving in Northern Ireland he left the forces and was diagnosed with Ptsd (Post traumatic Stress Disorder) he was told to go away and write down his thoughts and feelings, this lead to him writing his first No1 best selling  book Watching Men Burn. He is a tireless campaigner for better recognition and diagnosis and treatment of veterans suffering from PTSD. He has collaborated on many books, magazines, documentaries and Radio worldwide and his thoughts on War and mental health are in high demand by news networks and the press. He lives in the tranquil English Lake district, which is very conducive to his writing with his wife Linda and my two Labrador dogs Rocky and Gunner, He finds writing especially Poetry very therapeutic and helpful with his PTSD. His other interests are Rugby League, football and enjoying his family. He has now published his latest book titled Screaming In Silence this is his first book of poetry and a short story about the First World War. Written from the heart this is a powerful collection of works that can only be written by someone that has experienced the brutality of War and mans inhumanity, which is apparent with his colourful and brutal and then at times beautiful, poignant and gentle words.He covers a wide range of subject matter, Politics, murder, homelessness, divorce, Religion and obviously War, McNally hits the readers with the ferocity of an exploding grenade then the gentleness of a poppy petal blowing gracefully in the summer breeze. Look inside and buy the book  ` Here  Or Paperback  `Here` 
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This is the poem that the books title came from.

I'm screaming in Silence its deafening me
You cannot hear me yet your talking to me
I see your lips moving and the blink of your eyes
Its just a blur and a buzzing like a corpse full of flies
In this Bubble of Pain I cannot escape
Your smiling at me now my smile back a fake
I want to run but I'm glued to my seat
Sweating and shaking and tapping my feet
A pain in my chest and my mouth bone dry
I grin and I nod but I just want to cry
Pull yourself together I hear some say
But I'm stuck in 1982 on a cold sunny day
I'm no longer a soldier but my mind disagrees
It keeps sending me back to those terrible seas
You finish your talk and then smile and leave
Leave me back in my bubble with the dead that I grieve.

© Tony McNally

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