My phone rang last night and it was C. Artifcially up-beat in my utterly jovial salutation and he sounded completely shattered.
To summarise, it's been 'interestingly eventful' (blood ran cold), they've been really 'busy' (obvious euphemism), he's received the parcels and could he have more of the same please (will put one together today), his guys are 'bearing up' (the poor things must be pushed beyond repair), they've been down to the Helmund River a few times (scratch all thoughts of a gentle stroll along the waterside) and Afghanistan is a really beautiful country, well it would be if there weren't so many people 'running around trying to kill' him. He threw in a sardonic laugh after the last statement.
Every mother's nightmare. Still struggle with how it got to this.
Why do people want to kill people? Every conflict boils down to dead bodies and it's so futile. Just because my son is working for one ideology why should it be a good idea for another ideology to assassinate him? Churchill said 'war, war stops when jaw, jaw starts' and that is as true in this instance as it has been through time immemorial. But no the killing must continue.
Just seen the news and didn't realise another Rifleman was killed on Friday, God rest his soul. He was nineteen years old and his dying words to the medic were to tell his mother he loved her. Oh the poor lad and his family.
Not heard from H and R went to a party last night, and I'm going for a long walk in the fresh air.
Oh Lord make it all stop please.
Speak soon. A soldier's Mum x
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