You cried.. Me it was today coming from Newcastle to Spennymoor, i was listening to Jeremy Vine and they read out the letter that the soldier killed in afganistan sent to his girlfriend in the event of his death, heart wrenching.. With my Son going to Afganistan for his next tour really brought it home on what might happen..
Ican well understand that.</p> Thought of you a few times over the last few weeks when casualties have come close to home.</p>
Watching brits behind bars on bravo... They at america's toughest jail in Arizona called tent city.</p> And 1 job they had to do whilst a prisoner, was to bury people who had been found dead etc... and one they had to bury a 2 month old girl and sing for her... ... a was cryinmi eyes rt....lol what a puff </p> </p>
Have tears in my eyes quite often especially when Laura reads magazines, postpals or caring bridge/share the love about children/people coping with illnesses/adversity and is genuinely sorry for them and wishes she could swap places with them or do something to help. http://www.postpals.co.uk/ http://www.sharethelove.org/
When my grandad was taken to hospital in Cardiff because of a stroke 70 minutes into the playoff final last year and passed away later that night. Couldn't have dampened what should have been a time to celebrate much more.
When I visted my grandads plaque at the crem. wish he could have seen his great granddaughter & great grandson. Sometimes just looking at his photo or thinking about him.
I read that story in a cafe this morning. It was in the Daily Mail. I didn't realise they wrote at letters to be opened on the event of death. It did bring a tear to my eye. Very,very sad.
About 1½ hours ago.. Upon hearing the lyrics... "Remember when you were young, you shone like the sun" (unbidden happy memories flooded my mind) "Now there's a look in your eyes, like black holes in the sky" (the image that has been etched into my memory from 19:10, 09 October 1996) And still they flow........................
you big girl normaly after war films when I think about mi grandfather,.. he was in africa in 44, he got captued by the italians , escaped, joined Yugoslav partisans then made his own way back to england.. then did a 25 year stint down cortonwood and never complained... ever.. alwayshad a joke to tell.. what a guy.</p> not like your OOOHhh I sliped on a bannana skin "I should claim" society we live in today..meks me fekin puke...</p> (nodding2fingers) </p>
hmmmm you had me there until you said captured by the "Italians" the worlds most renowned cowards of any world war.. (wicked)
well it happened four of em escaped, mi gandfather was a PT instructor,It must have been during the german breakdown of command in italy. they each run in a diffrent direction.</p> they caught the other three, my grt uncle(called bill, funnily enough),they tourched him,andhe never spoke again after it, ever,</p> but mi grandad escaped, he blew up a few nazi convoys going through alps, then headed home..on iz tod</p> mi nan sez she were doing pots int sink when a bloke was stood in window wit gret beard on.it were mi grandad.</p> he went on to do a 25 stint darn pit after.</p> what a guy...:-| </p>
