| Location | Bearley,nr Stratford Upon Avon |
| Age | 28 years |
| Cause of Death | In the Line of Duty |
| Date of Birth | 16/12/1977 |
| Date of Death | 06/09/2006 |
| Visitors | 33,807 since 08/09/2006 |
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Born 16th DEC 1977 - Died 6th SEPT 2006
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PAUL & ANARE DRAIVA ( OUR HERO'S )
were friends doing a job they both loved trying to make this world a safer place for everyone.
PLEASE CAN YOU VISIT ANARE'S SITE AS HE HAS NO FAMILY OVER HERE
1 ROYAL IRISH REGIMENT
Paul thought the world of his family, his mum Violet, dad Michael , brother Simon, sisters Jackie &
Sue and his nieces.
Paul lived his dream of wanting to be in the Army, and joined the Royal Irish Regiment. He loved
army life and thought he was really helping to make a difference and volunteered to go to
Afghanistan to help the people there, he never thought of the danger he was putting himself in. Paul
was that type of person always thinking of other people first.
Paul was seriously injured on Friday 1st september in a mortar attack on the base at Musa Qala in
the Helmand province, his friend Dee who was with him was killed in the attack. Paul was flown to
Oman hospital with serious head and arm injuries. Pauls mum and stepdad was flown out to be with
him. Paul fought so hard to stay with us, but unfortunately Pauls wounds were so severe he couldnt
be stabalised. Paul sadly passed away on Wednesday 6th September 2006 which has devastated his
family and friends but they are very proud of Paul he is their hero.
His commanding officer Lt-col Michael Mcgovern said L/cpl Muirhead was an experienced soldier who
had served on OP Telic 1, the liberation of Iraq, in Nothern Ireland,and most recently a six month
tour of Baghdad and Southern Iraq .
L/cpl Muirhead was a calm , confident and determined member of the patrols platoon. A quiet exterior
belied a character who was renowned for looking after the younger less experienced soldiers.He was
widely respected across the Battalion.
The battalion is deeply saddened at the loss of two soldiers in this incident, both killed as a
result of enemy action .Our thoughts and prayers are of course with their families and friends at
this terrible time.
Col Mcgovern said he had spoken to troops in Afghanistan and their moral remained high . They were
determined to " get on with the job " and ensure that the loss of their friends and comrades would
not be in vain.
Paul you were a very special loving son brother uncle and friend.
We just want to say how much we all love and miss you , and the pain of losing you hurts so bad, we
will always be thinking of you and you are always in our hearts. Paul you have made us so proud, we
miss and love you so much. xxxxxxxx
PAUL OUR MUCH LOVED SON ,BROTHER AND UNCLE IS MISSED SO MUCH THERE IS NOT THE WORDS TO EXPLAIN HOW
WE FEEL.
OUR FAMILY ARE VERY GREATFUL TO EVERYONE WHO HAS LEFT MESSAGES ON PAULS SITE. I JUST WANT TO
THANK EVERYONE FOR THEIR KINDNESS.
VIOLET (PAULS MUM )
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P UT A POPPY ON YOUR LAPEL
O VER YOUR HEART - WEAR IT WELL
P LEASE REMEMBER THOSE WHO DIED
P RAY FOR THOSE THEY LEFT BEHIND
I N OUR HEARTS THEY SHALL REMAIN
E NGLAND’S BRAVEST OF THE BRAVE
S HOW YOUR PRIDE TODAY
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When Great Trees Fall
(Maya Angelou)
When great trees fall,
rocks on distant hills shudder,
lions hunker down
in tall grasses,
and even elephants
lumber after safety.
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When great trees fall
in forests,
small things recoil into silence,
their senses
eroded beyond fear.
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When great souls die,
the air around us becomes
light, rare, sterile.
We breathe, briefly.
Our eyes, briefly,
see with
a hurtful clarity.
Our memory, suddenly sharpened,
examines,
gnaws on kind words
unsaid,
promised walks
never taken.
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Great souls die and
our reality, bound to
them, takes leave of us.
Our souls,
dependent upon their
nurture,
now shrink, wizened.
Our minds, formed
and informed by their
radiance,
fall away.
We are not so much maddened
as reduced to the unutterable ignorance
of dark, cold
caves.
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And when great souls die,
after a period peace blooms,
slowly and always
irregularly. Spaces fill
with a kind of
soothing electric vibration.
Our senses, restored, never
to be the same, whisper to us.
They existed. They existed.
We can be. Be and be
better. For they existed.
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♥ Peace My Heart ♥
♥ Peace, my heart, let the time for the parting be sweet.
♥ Let it not be a death but completeness.
♥ Let love melt into memory and pain into songs.
♥ Let the flight through the sky end in the folding of the wings over the nest.
♥ Let the last touch of your hands be gentle like the flower of the night.
♥ Stand still, O Beautiful End, for a moment, and say your last words in silence.
♥ I bow to you and hold up my lamp to light your way.
♥ Rabindranath Tagore, Bengali poet and philosopher ♥
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~ Snow ~
(Tessa Wilkinson)
The snow arrived unannounced.
It overwhelmed everything.
Changed the landscape so it was unrecognisable.
No one was prepared.
My grief feels like that snowstorm.
I feel changed, weighed down by the burden.
Trying to negotiate the new environment around me.
Not knowing where I am going.
Looking for familiar landmarks.
I feel cold and miserable and ill equipped in this new place unvisited before.
But I know in time the snow will melt and return the landscape to some semblance of normality.
And I know in time my grief will diminish and I will find my way forward again, back to a world that I recognise, changed, but familiar.
Spring does always come after winter and hope will return.
Ƹ̵̡Ӝ̵̨̄Ʒ ❤ Ƹ̵̡Ӝ̵̨̄Ʒ ❤ Ƹ̵̡Ӝ̵̨̄Ʒ ❤ Ƹ̵̡Ӝ̵̨̄Ʒ ❤ Ƹ̵̡Ӝ̵̨̄Ʒ ❤ Ƹ̵̡Ӝ̵̨̄Ʒ
Magic Of A Rainbow
I'll never see a rainbow
That I won't think of you;
Though days seem bleak and dreary
The sun is shining through.
A symbol of God's love fulfilled
In beauty, hope and grace;
A rainbow is a mirror
Reflecting His own face.
It arches o'er the mountains
With Heaven its domain;
Its brilliant colors wakened by
The grayness and the rain.
Now may I see the rainbows sent
To ease my broken heart,
Promising His healing love,
Shine through when teardrops start.
Miraculous, magical rainbows,
Blessing the sadness with peace;
God gently smiling and touching,
Bidding the sadness cease.
(Peggy Kociscin)
Ƹ̵̡Ӝ̵̨̄Ʒ ❤ Ƹ̵̡Ӝ̵̨̄Ʒ ❤ Ƹ̵̡Ӝ̵̨̄Ʒ ❤ Ƹ̵̡Ӝ̵̨̄Ʒ ❤ Ƹ̵̡Ӝ̵̨̄Ʒ ❤ Ƹ̵̡Ӝ̵̨̄Ʒ
Remembrance Day
Hita son well we were at the remembrance service in Stratford-on-Avon today it was a lovely service and we laid a wreath for you & Anare and the little ones put crosses down for you. As hard as i tried the tears still came just thinking about you & all the rest of our brave men & women and what you have sacrificed for this country breaks my heart. Paul you will never ever be forgotten your friends have been up leaving crosses & flowers on your grave it just shows how much your loved & missed. Love you my darling son, night night precious xxxxxxxx
THE FINAL INSPECTION
The soldier stood and faced God,
Which must always come to pass.
He hoped his shoes were shining,
Just as brightly as his brass.
'Step forward now, you soldier,
How shall I deal with you ?
Have you always turned the other cheek ?
To My Church have you been true?'
The soldier squared his shoulders and said,
'No, Lord, I guess I ain't.
Because those of us who carry guns,
Can't always be a saint.
I've had to work most Sundays,
And at times my talk was tough.
And sometimes I've been violent,
Because the world is awfully rough.
But, I never took a penny,
That wasn't mine to keep....
Though I worked a lot of overtime,
When the bills got just too steep.
And I never passed a cry for help,
Though at times I shook with fear.
And sometimes, God, forgive me,
I've wept unmanly tears.
I know I don't deserve a place,
Among the people here.
They never wanted me around,
Except to calm their fears.
If you've a place for me here, Lord,
It needn't be so grand.
I never expected or had too much,
But if you don't, I'll understand..
There was a silence all around the throne,
Where the saints had often trod.
As the soldier waited quietly,
For the judgment of his God.
'Step forward now, you soldier,
You've borne your burdens well..
Walk peacefully on Heaven's streets,
You've done your time in Hell.'
"Wear your Poppy with pride"..... Lest We Forget
Where Peace Flows Like a River.
Together we will journey
To that land up in the sky
Where the flame does burn eternal
And the soul does never die.
Where the harps are gently playing
As a host of angels sing
Where the road is paved with diamonds
And the golden bells do ring.
Where the path is set before us
Shining brightly as the sun
We will see the face of Jesus
When our final race is run.
Where the peace flows like a river
Winding through the streets of gold
We will dine with priests and prophets
When the key to life, we hold.
Where the flame does burn eternal
In that sacred Promised Land
Where God holds the gift of freedom
In the cleft of His right hand.
Where we'll see the face of loved ones
Long before us, gone away
What a day of sweet rejoicing
When we meet again someday.
Where we'll gather at the river
In our home up in the sky
Where the peace flows like a fountain
And the soul does never die.
Author/Written By: Marilyn Ferguson
� 2004
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♥ From Water Bug to Dragonfly ♥
(Tessa Wilkinson)
The bottom of the pond is muddy and dark
There is fear of the unknown
There is loneliness as things change
There is the desperation of being left behind
Not knowing, not understanding
Watching and waiting
Then the journey comes
Up the stem
What waits beyond?
Sunlight
Freedom
Dancing together in joy with those who went before
And who will come after.
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♥ The Only Way ♥
(Tessa Wilkinson)
• The only way we can be protected from the pain of loss and the grief we feel, is by having never loved.
• How empty our lives would be, and what a lot of wonderful shared moments we would have missed, if we had not known.
• So, although what we feel at the moment is terrible, we must try to remember that it is because we have all been privileged to have known and loved, that we now feel the pain and sadness.
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Prayer of Faith.
We trust that beyond absence there is a presence.
That beyond the pain there can be healing.
That beyond the brokenness there can be wholeness.
That beyond the anger there may be peace.
That beyond the hurting there may be forgiveness.
That beyond the silence there may be the word.
That beyond the word there may be understanding.
That through understanding there is love.
Anon
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