This is me and my boyfriend on holiday in Rome, the week before he was deployed. I miss you. <3
This is me and my boyfriend on holiday in Rome, the week before he was deployed. I miss you. <3
Hey, just try not to think about it. I know it’s hard but it’ll all be over soon :) And there’s supposed to be less going on over there now, it’s all finishing. I’m always here if you need to chat to someone that’s going through the same as you. <3
This girl I barely know sent me a message saying “oh my god I feel sick, 3 UK soldiers have died from a bomb last night in Afghan”.
Right. So. You decide to tell ME about it. You have nothing to do with any of the lads in Afghan, but you decide to tell the girl with the army boyfriend and army friends. You aren’t actually worried at all, but you just thought you’d let me know. Perhaps you were trying to help me by letting me know, but you see, the thing is, if Dale had been killed, then the army would have been in touch to let me know before it came out on the news to the public that soldiers are dead.
I really, REALLY do not appreciate people telling me about death in a place where my close friends and other half are currently working. I would MUCH prefer to be completely naive to the death rate, because I’ve still got another 20-something weeks of waiting for him to come home, and I don’t want to think about the fact that any second within those 6 months, he might have been attacked or exploded.
I’m so angry at her for being so brainless. Surely you’d think about it before you sent a message like that to somebody who loves one of the soldiers? And then you’d think, hmm, perhaps telling her that her soldier might be dead might shit her up, and she can only get in contact with Dale once a week, so she might be paranoid and stressed and tearful until he gets a chance to call home.
Stupid, stupid girl.
Rant over, excuse the stressed post. I’m just having a hard time anyway at the moment, without stupid people scaring me even more.
Hate being so frustrated. gah.
Hmm. It feels weird. Just the little things, like, I finished Bioshock Infinite but I couldn’t text him to let him know. 30minutes a week is the phonecall time, and that’s gotta be split between me and his family.
I’m lonely.