Two more killed. God Bless them. One of them didn't even have to be there but he volunteered. In real life he was a software engineer but his ambition was to be an officer in the army so he offered to go to the war with the TA (Territorial Army - half soldier half civilian). The other was killed on Sunday and hasn't been named yet.
See the politicians are talking about 'exit strategies', think they might be panicking. This is the worst year for the forces since the Falklands. KBO as Churchill would say.
Came downstairs to find a letter from C for R. Put it on the piano for her to see when she's next home. H, C and R have a really strong bond of attachment - not to say they can't have fierce disagreements and squabbles - but the love that runs between them is enormous. Often wonder if that's because of their childhood in that the one thing they new would always be there was each other. Please God that will always be the case.
Sent Christmas parcels out. One from me and one from each of the siblings. Chocolates, newspapers, magazines, lollipops (I know but he loves them), cigarettes, cigars, batteries and battery charger all of to a BFPO. Tears and kisses to accompany of course. Remember years ago reading about the First World War and the Christmas Armistice, and games of football, and thinking how horrid to be in such dreadful conditions on such a special day.
Short blog today because feeling sad. My dear friend and next door neighbour extremely poorly, she's such a lovely lady and has been so kind to me over the years.
Speak soon. A soldier's Mum x
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