Atrocity

I was living at a house at the bottom of a hill that looked like Cockburn Street in Edinburgh.
I looked up to the top of the street and saw four young men had been executed by hanging from lamp posts. I was appalled as I had just called at that house on a door to door collection and I had met them along with their Italian mother.
All made worse in that it was the police or army that had commited the atrocity.
It's no safe these days.