28 Mar 10 – Part 1: Farewell Wifey After only just marrying the man who had volunteered to go on his ‘Gap year’, meaning a third year on FTRS volunteering for Afghanistan, I knew the nutter I was marrying well, but didn’t fully comprehend the emotional stress to follow, during and after. I remember the
Sunday 28 Mar 2010 Op Rescue Wardy begins at High Wycombe train station at 1515. Wardy has had a spat with his girlfriend and needs a lift back to Wimbish. This is closely followed by a trip to the Live and Let Live for send-off drinks with Sherlock and a farewell dinner at Mum’s. We
We rise early at 0400, again! Sort out our kit, weapons checks, grab body armour and we tab back down to the murder wall. Then we push out into the fields beyond, where we had our first contacts of the tour. It is still early, the kind of murky pre-dawn almost ethereal light and
Saturday morning arrives and the alarm clock goes off at 0430 me, not so much. At the time, a few beers with the wife the night before seemed like a brilliant idea. I drag myself out of my pit, wipe the sleep grit from my eyes and attempt to get my life in short order.
A brief blog this week – but heartfelt. It’s one of those things attributed to Day 1, Week 1 of Sandhurst – that probably came several sleep-deprived days, or maybe even weeks in – that “you can’t look after your men of you’re not looking after yourself.” The illustration given is not to go strutting