L/Cpl Paul Sandford 1WFR KIA AFGN 06 June 2007 RIP

Just heard on the radio that a member of 1st Btn, Worcestershire and Sherwood Foresters has been killed in Talmund Prov.

BBC News site report

My deepest condolences go to his family friends and unit.

Rest in Peace fella.

Lest we forget...
MoD press release

It is with deep sadness that the Min istry of Defence must confirm the death of a soldier from 1st Battalion The Worcestershire and Sherwood Foresters in southern Afghanistan today, Wednesday 6 June 2007.

The soldier was killed at around 0645 (local time) while taking part in an offensive patrol with his company aimed at disrupting Taliban forces in the Upper Gereshk Valley area of Helmand Province, eight kilometres north east of the town of Gereshk.

The company was moving forward to clear a Taliban compound when they came under fire and the soldier was shot. He was taken to an International Security Assistance Force (ISAF) patrol base. From there he was flown by helicopter to Camp Bastion for medical treatment where, sadly, he was pronounced dead on arrival.

The soldier's next of kin have been informed and have requested a period of grace before further details are released.
Stand down mate Job done

The thoughts and prayers of my family go out to those who grieve
Too often we seem to write these lines
Rest in peace, Soldier.
Rest In Peace, brave soul.

My sincere condolences to all who are receiving the dreadful news...

There is no grief which time does not lessen and soften.
~ Cicero
The world is a poorer place without you.
May you rest in peace and your loved ones find some comfort in your fortitude; my thoughts are with them.
I am sorry. in my original post i said Talmund Prov, it was Helmand.

I am sure it has been posted on here many times before, but the words of this poem are so fitting..

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.

And think, this heart, all evil shed away,
A pulse in the eternal mind, no less
Gives somewhere back the thoughts by England given;
Her sights and sounds; dreams happy as her day;
And laughter, learnt of friends; and gentleness,
In hearts at peace, under an English heaven.

The Soldier, Rupert Brooke.
Dulce et decorum est...
RIP, mate. Sleep well.

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