Short blog today because am absolutely wrung out, as Postman Pat would say. C used to love that and Fireman Sam and Thomas the Tank Engine. He had the full collection of little trains and used to play at Thomas being stuck in the mud in the back garden at Liverpool. That said his real favourite was Button Moon, he'd go all misty eyed and trance like at the opening song 'We're off to Button Moon, follow Mr Spooooooon, Button Moooooooon, Button Mooooooon ..'
Can't stop wondering why C had to return to base camp and read from the Bible to his men. Something must have happened. We'll only find out via the news if it's death, if it's injury no matter how many involved, it will remain a private affair. That's what this whole thing is for the families, fear and speculation. Saw a motivational speaker once who informed the audience that FEAR was merely an acronym for False Evidence Appearing Real, can only surmise he was either devoid of feelings or had been lucky enough to have never experienced terror.
H sent a lovely text home full of love and see you soon. R assured me she just had a few friends around on Saturday evening for a few quiet drinks. Doesn't explain all the empty bottles or box of cider in the recycling though.
Checked the news and nothing thank goodness.
Speak Soon. A soldier's Mum x
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