[Ammi]

''Even five months on I feel in a daze, like this is a bad dream, and one day I will wake up and he will be there at home laughing and talking about football.

"Then I am hit by the sad reality and the pain is indescribable.

"I had no chance to help, or see him and say goodbye and tell him how much I love him because by the time I got to him my poor child had bled to death.

"I wake every day and see where my boy was killed, the vision of him lying on the floor wounded, breathless, motionless - a horrific vision that is engraved in my mind.

"At night when I try to sleep that horrific night revisits me




....so pointless..heartbreaking for his family..