Eight thirty in the morning and fingers and toes tingling and all of a dither because R supposed to be collecting C from Brize just before lunchtime today. Must re-focus though because when I parked the car this morning at college, as I got out, I watched it gently roll away. Forgotten to put the handbrake on. Opened the door, grabbed the steering wheel and screamed as a really nice guy gallantly ran in front of the bonnet and arrested its attempt to get-away. Oops.
Now it's twelve thirty and I've just rung C's phone which leapt into life with the UK ring tone for the first time in months, and then his familiar voice said 'Ma, how are you'. Cannot being to put the emotions into words.
R driving and they've just left Brize and are thankfully heading down the A40, and he told me it felt good but really strange to be on home soil. Had a really brief converstion finishing with love you, love you and love you more. But then resumed to business as usual when, not knowing if he knew about the impromptu gathering this evening I asked him to ask R if I'm to send 'the message' out. Which he duly did and her perfectly audible background reply was 'tell her she, like, knows to tell everyone to come to the pub, and like, stop being such a freak', and C laughed and said 'did you get that Ma?'.
Colleague just asked me if there was any news and couldn't contain it any longer and just screamed 'he's back', and the most enormous cheer went round the office.
Today is a day to be cherished.
Not heard from H, but in this era of fibre optic communication assume he knows the news.
And sadly finishing on a very sombre note, heard from fellow soldier's Mum and she's going this afternoon to the funeral of her son's friend and colleague who was repatriated the day her son flew back out. May he rest in peace.
Thank you Lord for all your kindness to us.
Speak soon. A soldier's Mum x
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