many moons ago

sat in a barrack block late evening in that there non iron, duty clerk bursts in the door...

"Cpl Nicholson?"

"yeah" replies Nicko

"the Adjutant wants to see you in RHQ, now"

"Why?"

"Your brothers dead"

On reflection, I'm thinking that the duty clerk hadn't at that stage done his workplace mental health wellbeing course.

Posted By: Tombs, Mar 14, 21:29:58