Tonight, on the BBC News I watched the six soldiers who died last week, come home. Five were murdered by their Afghan colleague.

They were flown in to Wooton Bassett, in Wiltshire....


Six soldiers come home...

Eight more soldiers come home, who died in the summer...

The town must be filled with such sorrow. Today, there was barely any space anywhere, the crowds were so deep...One young woman told how she has now lost 23 of her friends in Afghanistan..

And earlier in the day, people had come into the shop where I work...and one man was telling me how his son and his colleagues are driving round in 40 year old trucks. Another lady looked up and said that her daughter was out there for 6 weeks, and they only provided a sleeping bag for her two days before she was due to come home...

Meanwhile, as our troops have also been buying their own flak jackets at times, our politicians, from the top, down....have been removing hundreds of thousands of pounds from the public purse in crooked expenses.....

And our Prime Minister cannot even spell the name of one soldier who died, upsetting his mother almost beyond endurance...




And another tear filled petal fell into the poppy field......