OK. Had a full dress gig this afternoon, fortunately on our side of the ditch for once. Whilst at the event Her Excellency and I talked to some of the younger lads down here on leave and getting minor bumps and scrapes fixed. These are all local boys so some of them either know us or know of us. It helped that I was in O6 Navy Infantry uniform with a chest full so their officers, who do not know us, were relaxed. Couple of them thought I had been up north because with my usual case of the kools I managed to fall in the upstairs bath a week ago and my face looks like I lost a fight with a chainsaw and the floor. The floor and large tub/shower stall came out quite a bit better then I did.
Morale up north is quite high. Not bravado but high morale, there is a distinct difference between the two. According to them they lack for nothing, anything they ask for they get instantly. Food is good. Accommodations are adequate for being in the field. Weather is slowly turning to shit but that's to be expected, it do be mid October. I, and my charming bride, were quite impressed with these young warriors and that's what they all are now, warriors. They were all 100% correct in how they talked to us and the civilians at the event and their officers, and I, made sure nothing was said that should not and could not be said.
At the end of the event we all went down on bended knee as Father G. and Father P. blessed us all. We have arranged for prayers to be said for this young warriors and all our men and women serving up north and we pray for them every day.