The bonuses weren't for forty million - they were for forty-seven million. Wonder how much equipment could be bought for forty-seven million pounds. Don't know what to say really.
But the good news is the army is to have increased numbers of support helicopters by the end of the year - six in total. Am I missing something here. Six more helicopters that carry twenty people each that equals one hundred and twenty personnel maximum airborne at any given time. There are nine thousand troops out there, possibly to be increased by another five hundred. Not that they are the only flying machines in Afghanistan but the general consensus is we are woefully ill equipped and somehow this smacks of lip service. The mood is definitely shifting from passive acceptance to anger.
The Chaos Theory has it that a butterfly's wings fluttering in the Amazon can have the cumulative knock on effect of causing a hurricane on the other side of the world, and can't help but think the quiet dignity of the people of Wooton Basset has been a metaphorical Lepidoptera in the Cotswolds.
Was talking to the nurse about how stroppy R was being - like she'd reverted back to the dark days of early adolescence and the wise lady said to me 'maybe she's not coping with C as well as she would like and we always take things out on our nearest and dearest'. It was like being struck by a lorry. Because R was full of such bravado and breezy 'stop worrying - everything will be fine' I hadn't looked beyond the veneer to consider that maybe it was all a front, and she was actually frightened as hell. For all of the serving there must be a total of thousands of distraught family and friends left behind.
Just looked at the Mod website and today is the last day for guaranteed Christmas postal deliveries for Afghanistan so am getting something off to him straightaway.
R back to uni. Not heard from H.
Speak soon. A soldier's Mum x
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