Luke Woolcombe

My name is Luke Woolcombe and I'm 14 years old... I'm gonna write a brief life story.... I can't really remember my younger years from around 0-6 but I can remember some things. I was born two years after parents got married... I was born in Fulham near Chelsea and I have supported Chelsea ever since... My dad is in the army so therefore me and my family move around a lot... Currently I live in Portsmouth but in a few years we're set for another destination but so what that the army life. Like I said I can't really remember the early years... When I was 10, During the hype of the Afghanistani and Iraqi war my dad was told that he was to go to Afghan on tour for 6 months... And obviously breaking the news was incredibly hard for both my dad and mother as pretty much every day we heard on the news that more and more soldiers were dying every day. Just the thought of that it could be my dad in those situations, scared the fuck out of me... But when it came to the day of him leaving, I can remember it in great detail. The whole previous week I had spent loads of time with my family doing as many things as we could but all that time flew by and eventually the day came for him to leave. I can remember being woken from my bed by my dad all in his desert military uniform; looking prepared to go and he sat down and spoke to me and had a massive heart to heart telling me how much h loved me and how much he was going to miss me when he was gone. He was all teary and sad which was unusual as he's usually all stern and solid.. pretty much emotionless... He gave me a long hug and kissed my forehead and told me to go back to sleep... I wasn't that sure of what was going on but then it hit me... I just burst out in tears and my heart was literally broken... I had never hit me until now. So all teary, I got out my bed and ran down stairs and seeing all the camoflagued rucksacks and suitcases in the hall way and my mum standing there with tears in her eyes trying to hold them back to stay strong for me and my brothers... Again my dad said his goodbyes and especially told me that "I was the man of the house" while he was gone. So I had a responsibilty to look after and protect my brother and my mum who was pregnant with my othe little brother. My dad said his goodbyes gave us all a hug and kiss and went out the door... It was like 5 o'clock in the morning and we helped put his bags in the back of a white minibus seeing all the other soldiers on the bus with tears streaming down their faces all leaving their loved ones behind... My dad all teary started to cry and hugged us on final time and got on the bus waving goodbye; smiling to try and cover the tears... I was in such a state and so so scared and I had to sleep with his clothes or a photo of him to remind me of him as he's my hero and he helps me through evrything, I became a shit at school and all my grades slipped and did really bad at school. But I'm glad to say He came back all safe, just a story from life.

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