Master Rob I'm not sure how to respond except to say I am weeping as I type. You touched a piece of me I thought had died when I left the army.

So many of us who have stood on the line know what you have written, so many I know now are broken or dead. Ahhh death the final reward for the eternal warrior, I crave the peace it will bring and an end to the dreams that torment. But today you made me feel proud, thankyou.

They shall grow not old, as we that are left grow old:
Age shall not weary them, nor the years condemn.
At the going down of the sun and in the morning
We will remember them.
Lest we forget.