Unlucky or what?

Bloke i knew years ago, biker & all round decent chap got killed last week.

He's in the army, on leave from Afgs, has a crash, breaks his back & dies of
pnuemonia a few days later.

Aint that just life for ya?

 

There but for the grace of god, and all that.

 

Aye, met a great lad in Benidorm, was serving until he got his leg blown off
in Afgs, i only (obviously) noticed when he had shorts on, what a fucking
lucky man he was.

He told me some great stories about the whole thing & at 24, he was just
about the most positive person i have ever met, good for him.

N.

 

Not for him, no.

 

Isn't it just. This week my bro-in-law, the father of my nephew
with the cancerous brain tumour, found out his mum now has
breast cancer. Not a good week!

 

Well, no, not really. Death, yes, definitely death.