Saw the utterly moving images of the repatriation ceremony of the fallen three returned home through Wootton Basset yesterday and amongst them were two Rifleman. May God rest all their souls.
One was a sergeant and everyone knows they are the backbone of the Army. But the other Rifleman was a boy and was stunned to see that he was one of three brothers who were all serving in Afghanistan together, the two surviving had been flown home to be on compassionate leave with their parents, and so were able to welcome their lost brother home.
Thought we no longer ran the risk of multiple casualties affecting close communities simultaneously as they did during the first war with the devastated Pal's regiments, when whole families and communities were wiped out in an instant.
Oh my how must the brother's be feeling, to realise that one was taken and they are alive, hope to goodness they aren't tormented by survivor's guilt.
And then was stunned because I noticed a link on the bbc website and it led back to the father of the three boys speaking in January about what it felt like to have them all serving together, and he said he was very proud but that it was obviously a worry. He went on to say there was a policy that they were never allowed to serve at the same time and in the same place, but now the poor lad is gone.
Went to the doctor's and the 'good' ankle is now subject to soft tissue damage and have the gait of an elderly jockey. Must continue taking the pain killers that make my bed fly and keep the leg up. The good news is my nice new friend is on his way back from town and he's the kindest nurse imaginable.
No news from H, who must still be on a high from the news that he has the posting he dreamed of. R went into uni for an emergency revisions session, whatever that is. No news from C.
Fellow soldier's Mum shared love and best wishes.
Please God we can all survive the next month. Please God.
Speak soon. A soldier's Mum x
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