Another soldier killed RIP. He was with the Coldstreams, and that's who fellow soldier's Mum's boy is with. You're never very far removed from this horrible, dreadful war.
The Colonel in charge of 3 Rifles has made a speech in the run up to the end of the tour, and he spoke of how the Riflemen have become synonymous with sacrifice. There have been nearly thirty dead and a hundred injured, many of them horrifically, and if all the other family and friends of those still serving feel like me then they are just about holding on in the belief that there may, after all, be a happy ending.
With the help of God they will come home.
Must never forget the wounded and fallen though, ever.
Still off work as a result of the spectacular fall on Monday. Colleagues being really sweet and ringing up and sending love and best wishes and really miss being amongst them and the kids we work with.
Weather gone bitterly cold again. Devastating snow in Scotland and it's wet, windy and biting down here. Easter set to have it's share of choppy, turbulence with isobars racing in across the Atlantic and hope it's going to improve for the Dorset mystery tour with my nice new friend or we'll just have to be holed up inside for three days with nothing to do. Can't do any walking at the moment anyway.
Heard from H and have despatched his cash card off to the west country. R home and we're going to our cousin's gorgeous home to have lunch with them on Easter Monday. No news from C. Fellow soldier's Mum sends love bless her and my nice new friend on his way and we're sharing bangers and mash tonight.
Easter eggs bought in triplicate as ever and just hope they are consumed with the usual gusto by all three.
Please Lord that will be so.
Speak soon. A soldier's Mum x
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