My memories of the invasion of Iraq on 20 March 2003 are as vivid today as they were then, and subsequent events mean they will stay with me forever.
First, let me take you back a month. Each year since my grandson was born in Germany I went to visit them in late February or early March. In 2003 when I called to confirm, I was told that my son Shaun, a lance corporal, would not be there as he had been posted. I still went and found out he was posted to Iraq. He hadn’t told us as he didn’t want us to worry.
