The thing that struck me Heric was that my grandfather was only 13 or 14 too, when he left home as a result of the similar incident. He was a non-violent, sweet natured, small bird of a man. I love my brother's poetry, but I'm not always able to judge it dispassionately. I never know if his stuff will have a similar impact on others, or if the feelings it stirs in me, are only a result of my brother's and my shared history. Glad you liked it.