gbb
Legendary Member
- Location
- Peterborough
Memories like these can really hit you. As a teenager, my best mates young brother drowned in The Trent...8 years old. Maybe 20 year later, long after we'd all gone our separate ways (RAF life, it's inevitable) I visited the old base and also for some reason the local village and it's cemetery. There was Chris's grave...poor sod, 8 years old.
I went into a real downer for about 3 days . Didn't expect it...it hit me like a train, and thinking about it, possibly because my own children were about that age at the time.
I went into a real downer for about 3 days . Didn't expect it...it hit me like a train, and thinking about it, possibly because my own children were about that age at the time.