A helicopter

I walk in the forest in Kent and hear a helicopter. In Ireland, where all the towns are by rivers like everywhere else, whenever you heard a helicopter, you knew somebody had jumped to the river. There were two young brothers who came from a pub in early hours and the other one said, I will kill myself, I will jump to the river. The other brother did not believe but went home. His brother jumped to the river and there was a helicopter above us next day; I lived next to the river. This is why I stopped reading local papers in Ireland.