A colleague at work read out the news that another poor Rifleman was killed early this morning, may God rest his soul, and can only think of the family and the dreadful loss and pain they must be experiencing. The Rifles are being hammered poor lambs.
The nearer the scheduled end becomes the slower time seems to be passing.
Work was good but hectic. Colleague's birthday and was in class almost all day as in an extra lesson, but the kids were actually OK to good, and that always makes a difference. Construction and Beauty, what an interesting pairing, it's as if the boys in the building industry evolved to become the consorts of the girls in the pampering professions. A profoundly symbiotic relationship involving an awful lot of coy glances, loud giggling and hair twiddling exchanged with macho posturing, male bonding and involuntary staring across the quad, particularly when the sun shines.
Heard from H and he's one of five from the RN who have been chosen to complete their astro-nav with the US Navy and they'll fly over there for a week and then sail back across the Atlantic on a US carrier, and he's thrilled. Apparently 'astro-nav' is navigating by the stars. Was stunned to think that was still on the radar of strategies in these days of satellite technology but suppose they could find themselves stranded in a dingy one day and you never know maybe it could come in useful. R arrived home this morning and I didn't have to take her to Uxbridge for the train as she had a lift. No news from C.
Fellow soldier's Mum and I in exactly the same boat and are crawling to the end of the tour.
Heard from my nice new friend and he's well too.
All I can do is repeat the prayer, Lord please keep them safe and bring them home.
Speak soon. A soldier's Mum x
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