Hello buddy. It hardly seems conceivable that another year has been and gone. So much has happened and there are so many changes yet to come. Your beautiful niece, Claudia Jane, was born last summer and her christening is a few weeks away. She is the spitting-image of Bruce at the moment and has the trademark Clarke blue eyes, but she also has Sally's smile and a wicked laugh. You'd be incredibly proud of Si & Sal, they amazing parents. Somehow, they've asked me to be a godfather, which was perhaps the most poignant moment of my life and something I can still barely believe. Clearly my job will be to provide comic relief, terrible advice and to teach her about her incredible uncle Tom. Angie is doing really well. She went to Thailand a couple of weeks ago with the girls for a well-earned holiday. She spread some more of your ashes, this time whilst diving in the Andaman Sea, with your favourite red-fin butterflyfish. She truly is something else that woman and I know you'd be be humbled by how strong, independent and simply amazing she is; I know that we we all are, every day. Shippers also has a little bambino, an incredibly cute boy named Eliot and I'm forecasting a Royce-Clarke wedding in about two decades time... As for me, well, everything is changing. Currently living in Bristol (yep, shocking stuff) I'm about to up-sticks and move to Oxford of all places. Lally (it still pains me you never met the wench) has a job there and I have a new job too...in Gatwick. Out of the mob. Pretty scary stuff and something that has been really hard to wade through over the last 12 months. It's been all the harder without having you to talk it though with; in fact, that has been the hardest bit if I'm honest. Leaving the Army feels like leaving a piece of you behind and that has been very hard to accept. But the logical bit of me knows it's just another chapter and that with Team Clarke, the Welsh Boys and the BrewSki gang, you're never that far away. Still, I'd fell better equipped to tackle it with you there to back me up mate, but I'll have to make do with memories of your sage advice and try to do you proud. We all miss you Tom, especially today.