Heard from fellow soldier's Mum and she's over the moon. No more glooms or anxiety just total happiness and apparently she hasn't stopped smiling for over twenty-four hours now. She is ecstatic to have her boy home but said he's so thin, presumably because of the appalling diet and the relentless burning up of calories. Spoke to a colleague who was a Marine in the Gulf War and he said he couldn't eat a proper meal for ages after his tour finished. I'm so happy for her but I ache to have my own home please God.
My journey to and from work weaves in and out of the M25 and as I drove over it tonight it was one long, solid line of stationary vehicles. Not for nothing is it known as the world's largest car park. All that wasted time sitting behind the steering wheel staring at the red lights of the car in front, wonder if the poor things have actually been able to move by now, they certainly weren't going anywhere earlier on. It's just dead time, lost time, puerile time and thank goodness I don't have to sit in that day after day, surely it would drive you nowhere but mad. C would loathe to be one of those never-ending fume-inhaling commuters, he'd be like a wild animal trapped in a small cage.
Must hold on to thoughts like that.
Wonder how C moves about in Afghanistan. Do they use the precious helicopters? Are they driven around in the old, dilapidated lorries? Or do they have to walk everywhere, tip-toeing between one hopefully unmined patch of earth to another?
Please Lord keep him safe so that he too can come home.
Heard from H and Dartmouth brill and skiing was amazing. Heard from R and she didn't speak to C either but she's having a good time and should be coming home at the weekend. Not had another call from C.
Saw a programme on the telly last night with Michael Portillo covering train journeys, and he stayed in the ancient hotel my friend and I stayed in at Dartmouth, and apparently it's stuffed to the gunnels with the ghosts of lost mariners - glad I didn't know that before.
Actually please keep everyone safe Lord.
Speak soon. A soldier's Mum x
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