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24 August 2004
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Cosford Airbase Bradley and I spend a few hours here this afternoon. Haven't been out with Bradley on his own for ages. Months and months.
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We see some small planes taking off as we drive in, they're so far away that they look like toys, but Bradley's attention is grabbed. We look for more, wait some... Drive on and we pass some of the planes that are on the satellite picture. "Big, big, big, big ones," says Bradley, stretching out his arms. He is suitably impressed.
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I see some bombs. If fact there's a lot of bombs in this place. I explain to Bradley that they're fireworks, they go whoosh and bang. Bradley doesn't like fireworks, he cringes at the merest mention of the word, let alone the real thing.
I wonder about these bombs, rockets, cruise missiles, bombers, should I bring him to such a place, even if it is only a few miles down the road, and free to get in. Amazing to grow up with these things, but will it turn him into a military man?
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We end up in the cafe. Bradley finally takes a bite out of my doughnut. I'd been asking him for ages, though he'd eaten well today. He starts licking out the jam. I sigh. Look around the room. Then, I spot him sticking in the straw to get at the bottom bits. Reminded me of the chimps with the grasses and ants.