10/08/2007 - Fatality in Afghanistan

More sad breaking news from the BBC:

A soldier from the 1st Battalion The Royal Anglian Regiment has been killed in Afghanistan, according to the Ministry of Defence.

The soldier was killed on Friday during a routine patrol in the area of Jusyalay, north east of Sangin, in Helmand Province.

The patrol, which was on its way to check on a local irrigation project, came under fire from Taleban fighters.

The dead soldier's next of kin have been informed.


Rest In Peace brave soul.

My sincere condolences to all those receiving the heartbreaking news...

Everything that has a beginning has an ending. Make your peace with that and all will be well.
~ Buddhist saying
Sad news for us; heartbreaking, soul-crushing, barely-tolerable news for some poor family.

My thoughts are with you.
Stand down mate Job done

My thoughts and prayers go out to all who grieve.
RIP Viking. My thoughts and prayers to all concerned.
Oh shite
Had really hoped there wouldnt be any more this week

RIP, stand easy. Condolences to the family.

If I should die, think only this of me:
That there's some corner of a foreign field
That is for ever England. There shall be
In that rich earth a richer dust concealed;
A dust whom England bore, shaped, made aware,
Gave, once, her flowers to love, her ways to roam,
A body of England's, breathing English air,
Washed by the rivers, blest by suns of home.
"With proud thanksgiving, a mother for her children,
England mourns for her dead across the sea.
Flesh of her flesh they were, spirit of her spirit,
Fallen in the cause of the free.

Solemn the drums thrill; Death august and royal
Sings sorrow up into immortal spheres,
There is music in the midst of desolation
And a glory that shines upon our tears.

They went with songs to the battle, they were young,
Straight of limb, true of eye, steady and aglow.
They were staunch to the end against odds uncounted;
They fell with their faces to the foe.

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.

They mingle not with their laughing comrades again;
They sit no more at familiar tables of home;
They have no lot in our labour of the day-time;
They sleep beyond England's foam.

But where our desires are and our hopes profound,
Felt as a well-spring that is hidden from sight,
To the innermost heart of their own land they are known
As the stars are known to the Night;

As the stars that shall be bright when we are dust,
Moving in marches upon the heavenly plain;
As the stars that are starry in the time of our darkness,
To the end, to the end, they remain."

RIP to another fallen brother
Viking, stand down. Rest in peace, thoughts and prayers with the family of the fallen.

When will this stop?

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