A Constant Battle

I start my day the same as most, with a bowl of cereal or a slice of toast.
I read the news on the bus as I travel to work, celebrity gossip that drives me berserk.
Then I get to a story that is real and sad that mentions a boy who once had a Dad.
I choke and I fight in an attempt not to cry when I see the boys face thinking why did he die?
It's not the details or the Death that hurts and pains me, it's the "next of kin informed" by the M.O.D
How do you tell a son and a Mother that his idol, her boy,
was killed in action, blown up in convoy.
A family back home feel nothing but distress the whole time he's away their emotions a mess.
It is their grief that I think of when another soldier dies, their pain that I'm feeling as tears flood my eyes.
I am not ashamed to admit how this affects and troubles me but what pisses me off most is now it happens daily.