When we got back to mine, Mum and Dad were already home, not talking as usual. If I get a job in town, I’m taking the train. I know they call it rush hour, but Jesus, no one can drive any more, people darting everywhere, pulling out without indicating, driving up each other’s arses. Shell’s upstairs, I picked her up from work. It’s half two in the morning and I can’t sleep. What’s the point in fighting when you have nothing to come home to?Īnyway gonna go now, I might put a DVD on. All the letters and parcels she sent when I was on operations cheered me right up. She’s gorgeous and I still don’t get why she’s with me. She stood by me and I’m grateful for that. I love that girl more than she will ever know. God, I’ve missed her, now I’ll never have to leave her again. When I got home the house was empty, Mum and Dad were still at work so I unpacked some of my stuff and, you know what? My bedroom hasn’t changed much since I left I mean, I must have slept in here about a hundred times when I was home on leave but I always had to go back, now I don’t. For the first time in a long time, I feel happy. I listened to that Michael Bublé song, Feeling Good, about ten times. Driving out of those gates for the last time, then driving back home. I’d barely left school, then I went into the Careers Office and signed up, did my training, joined the unit and a couple of months later I was in the desert.Īnyway, gotta go now, a few of the lads want to buy me a pint before I leave. I’m all done now though and I’m sat here in this empty room, my telly and all my stuff is in the car ready to go. Today is my last day in the army and I’ve been busy packing up my room and messing about trying to find everyone who needs to sign my papers. Fat chance, I told him and he just laughed. He told me to try and keep it as clean as possible. He says I can put down whatever I want: my thoughts and feelings. Well, Doctor Harper says that writing a diary might help with the nightmares.
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