Please take a couple of minutes to read the below link:
The lad to the extreme left is Blair, a best friend of my son, Adam. He has been so enthusiastic in his cadet training. Blair and his family live directly across the road from us and we have been good friends for the whole of the boys' lives. The lad is a good-natured, law abiding, mega-funny and popular young man. I've always had a soft spot for Blair, you can't help but like him and I've so many memories of him and my boys. It was no surprise that he'd choose a career as such.
As you can imagine, his parents and whole family are so proud of him - especially 'Greta', the nickname he uses for his granny Edna. But they're not the only ones. The first time I saw Blair in his uniform I struggled to hide the tears. How joyous it is to see a youngster looking ahead to his future and enthuse over such a noble occupation. He looked so grown up when it really wasn't that long ago he was swapping Pokemon cards, going swimming with us, tents and trampolines out the back. If a kid ever deserved such a uniform, it was Blair.
What a hard blow to a bunch of kids who were willing to put their future lives on the line in the name of duty. I do believe in second chances and rehabilitation but this is an out and out slap in the face. Quite simply, I'm blazing mad!
I'll leave you with a few pictures of our little hero from my family album. I know he'll keep his hopes alight and earn that hose one day!