My Dad's diary
Ok, not a full diary, but from when he was stationed in the Falklands for just under 4 months.

I was at my Mum's and dug out some old photos from when he was alive and was having a bit of a giggle at them, when out fell a little excercise book. Flicked it open and it's a diary, all in my Dad's handwriting - I decide to read it in privacy later.

Upon reading it, it's my dad's thoughts about when he was posted to RAF Mount Pleasant over Christmas and over his birthday.

He starts off saying that it's going to be an experience for him and how he's sort of looking forward to it - he's missing us and he enjoys reading our letters.

It goes on over time with him getting sadder and sadder at being away from home - hating being away from us over Christmas and being uspet (I remember him being really strong) - over his birthday (with his return not far off) he's very unhappy and loving the phone calls and letters he gets but missing us all so much and hating the desolation and isolation that is, ultimatetly, the Falklands.

The beautiful moment? Finding it and reading it gave me a beautiful insight in to how he was feeling and what he felt about us and how he was feeling. Something I never got to really ask him as I didn't have that chance or that time due to his untimely death.
(james_tiger_woods is going to start his killing spree on the, Fri 6 Aug 2010, 13:19, Reply)