
| Location | England |
| Age | 20 years |
| Cause of Death | In the Line of Duty |
| Date of Death | 06/08/2007 |
| Visitors | 910 since 23/09/2008 |
| Creator |
Private Barber of C Company, 2nd Battalion, The Royal Welsh, had been out on night patrol in Basra
city, driving a warrior armoured vehicle, when he was killed in a small arms fire attack.
He had been in the Battalion since 2004 and drew strength and pride from his role of offering a
helping hand to operations undertaken in Iraq.
Another life lost at war, we can only pray the peace is near.x
Hello sweetheart, although I never knew or even met you, I have met your lovely family and if they are anything to go by then you were a very special person. They are clearly very proud of you, love, and rightly so. May you rest in peace and live on forever in the hearts of all those you left behind. We shall all be eternally grateful for your sacrifice, brave man. You will NEVER be forgotten xxxxx
My little solider
Not a day goes by without thinking about you, you were my soulmate and we miss you so much. Bradley still talks about you always and we are so proud of you. Hope your watching over us from up there and until we meet again babe........my heart will always belong 2 you.
Love from your wife and son
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I WROTE YOUR NAME IN THE SKY
BUT THE WIND BLEW IT AWAY
I WORTE YOUR NAME IN THE SAND
BUT THE WAVES WASHED IT AWAY
I WROTE YOUR NAME IN MY HEART
AND FOREVER IT WILL STAY.
T'was The Night Before Christmas, He Lived All Alone
In A One Bedroom House Made Of Plaster And Stone
I Had Come Down The Chimney With Presents To Give
And To See Just Who, In This Small Home Did Live
I Looked All About, A Strange Sight I Did See -
No Tinsel No Presents, Not Even A Tree.
No Stocking By The Mantle Just Boots Filled With Sand
On The Wall Hung Pictures Of A Far Distant Land
With Medals And Badges, Awards Of All Kinds.
Then A Sober Thought Came Into My Mind
For This House Was Different, It Was Dark And Dreary,
T'was The Home Of A Soldier, Once I Could See Clearly
The Soldier Lay Sleeping, Silent, Alone
Curled Up On The Floor In This One Bedroom Home
The Face Was So Gentle, The Room In Disorder
Not How I Pictured A Lone Soldier..
Was This The Hero Of Whom I'd Just Read,
Curled Up On A Poncho, The Floor For A Bed
I Realised The Families That I Saw This Night
Owed Their Lives To These Soldiers, Who Were Willing To Fight
And Soon Round The World The Children Would Play
And Grownups Would Celebrate A Bright Christmas Day
They All Enjoy Freedom Each Month Of The Year
Because Of The Soldiers, Like The One Lying Here.
I Couldn't Help But Wonder, How Many Alone,
On A Cold Christmas Eve In A Land Far From Home?
The Very Thought Brought A Tear To My Eye
I Dropped To My Knees And Started To Cry
The Soldier Awakened, I Heard A Rough Voice
"Santa Don't Cry, This Life Is My Choice.
I Fight For Freedom, I Don't Ask For More
My Life Is My God, My Country, My Corps"
The Soldier Rolled Over And Drifted To Sleep.
I Couldn't Control It, I Continued To Weep.
I Kept Watch For Hours, So Silent And Still
And We Both Sat And Shivered From The Cold Nights Chill.
I Didn't Want To Leave, On That Cold Dark Night,
This Guardian Of Honour, So Willing To Fight...
Then The Soldier Rolled Over With A Voice Soft And Pure
Whispered "carry On Santa, Christmas Day Is Secure"
One Look At My Watch And I Knew He Was Right
"Merry Christmas My Friend - And To All A Good Night!"
This Poem Was Written By A British Peace Keeping Soldier
Stationed Overseas.
sweet dreams
May you sleep tight angel. Our thoughts are with you and your family.
You are a hero. xxx
for you craig
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sweet dreams
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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.
-- Laurence Binyon (1869-1943)
HERO
SO BRAVE BUT SO YOUNG TO GO SO SOON SO PLACE YOUR HEAD SO GENTLE UPON AN ANGELS WING CLOSE YOUR EYES DONT BE AFRAID BRAVE SOILDER AND REST IN PEACE X
hero
well done for that you all do for this country
may you rest in peace,
love to all your family xxx

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