Prince Harry is reportedly devastated after learning that his brother, Prince William, has been awarded a new military title once held by Harry himself. King Charles appointed William as the Colonel-in-Chief of the Army Air Corps, a role Harry cherished during his time as a working royal. According to royal expert Richard Fitzwilliams, this news has left Harry “in tears” and feeling further isolated from his family.
The military title was something deeply personal to Harry, as it connected to one of the few periods in his life when he felt recognized for his own achievements, independent of his royal status.
Harry had always taken great pride in his military service. He served ten years in the British Army, completing two tours of duty in Afghanistan, and his role as Colonel-in-Chief of the Army Air Corps was a point of honor. Losing that title has been particularly painful for him, as it symbolizes a deeper separation from his previous life and the duties he genuinely loved. Richard Fitzwilliams noted that for Harry, this decision by his father is a “real kick in the teeth,” especially given his strained relationship with both King Charles and Prince William in recent years.
The timing of the announcement has only worsened the situation for Harry. Buckingham Palace made the news public while Harry was in the U.K. for the 10th anniversary of the Invictus Games, an event he founded to honor wounded veterans. During this time, Harry appeared at St. Paul’s Cathedral, wearing his KCVO (Royal Victorian Order) medal, a reminder of his contributions to the monarchy.
Royal author Tom Quinn suggested that Harry’s choice to wear the medal at this event was a symbolic gesture, saying, “This was Harry’s way of reminding his family that his grandmother, Queen Elizabeth II, valued his contributions to the royal family.”
Despite the emotional blow, Harry remains committed to his ties with the military. However, being stripped of this honorary role in favor of his brother has reportedly intensified his feelings of betrayal. Fitzwilliams commented that Harry believes this decision further marginalizes him, reinforcing the distance between him and his family. He is said to be especially hurt that the title was given to his brother, someone he sees as part of the reason behind many of his struggles with the royal family.
Harry’s reaction to William’s new title reflects deeper issues within the royal family. The strained relationship between the brothers has been widely reported, and this latest development is seen as a significant blow to any hopes of reconciliation. The fact that Harry was once proud of his role in the military but is now watching his former position being given to his brother is seen by many as a public demonstration of how far he has been distanced from his royal duties.
As the royal family prepares for the official title handover at the Army Aviation Centre in Middle Wallop in May 2024, it marks a further step in what some see as Harry’s increasing estrangement from his previous life. The appointment of Prince William as Colonel-in-Chief of the Army Air Corps seems to cement Prince Harry’s permanent departure from both his military and royal responsibilities, a reality that, according to sources, has left him deeply saddened and emotional.
Richard Fitzwilliams, a royal expert, emphasized that the conflict between Prince Harry and King Charles III is one of the most publicized family rifts in the world. He suggested that if the situation had been handled privately, away from media speculation, there might have been a greater chance for reconciliation. Unfortunately, the tensions between the Duke of Sussex and his father run deep, as evidenced by the fact that, even when Harry returned to the U.K. in May 2024, they did not meet, which shocked and disappointed the public.
A spokesperson for Prince Harry released a statement confirming that, despite numerous inquiries and rumors, the Duke would not be meeting with the King during his visit due to the King’s busy schedule. The statement explained that Harry understood his father’s commitments and hoped to see him soon. King Charles, recently back to his public duties after a period of treatment for cancer, was occupied with official events, including a meeting with the Prime Minister of Fiji and the season’s first garden party at Buckingham Palace.
This news led to a wave of public backlash, with many criticizing the King for not prioritizing his son. Some social media users condemned the situation, calling it “unforgivable” and expressing disappointment in Charles, while others defended Harry, noting that he had made numerous attempts to reconnect. One commenter remarked that it was clear King Charles chose his position and duties over his family.
Prince Harry’s schedule during his visit was also packed, as he focused on the 10th anniversary of the Invictus Games. He participated in various events, including giving a reading at St. Paul’s Cathedral. Despite being in the same country, the physical and emotional distance between Harry and his father—and his brother, Prince William—remains significant.
In an earlier interview with “Good Morning America,” Prince Harry spoke openly about the strained relationship with his brother. When asked how their late mother, Princess Diana, would feel about their falling out, Harry said she would likely be saddened but would also recognize that healing the relationship would require going through these difficult phases. He added that he feels his mother’s presence more strongly now than ever before, especially during these times of family turmoil.
I Invited My Colleague to Secretly Introduce Her to My Single Grandson – My Heart Stopped as They Saw Each Other
Elsie just wants Josh, her grandson, to meet someone with whom he can consider settling down. When a young new teacher enrolls at her kindergarten, she thinks that she has hit the jackpot. But when Josh meets Allison, Elsie learns that they already have a connection.
I’m a meddling grandmother. Not in a bad way — I just want my grandson Josh to move along with his life. He’s 27 and spends most of his time at work or gaming.
During weekends, he stays at home, working on something around the house, or gaming.
“You need to get out more, Josh,” I said. “I want you to live your life to the fullest! Don’t you want to meet someone?”
“I get it, Gran,” he would say, pausing his game. “But I’m just not interested in that at the moment. Work is taking up all my time and energy, and I don’t think that’s a bad thing.”
“You’re not getting any younger,” I said, handing him chips to snack on.
“It’s because you’re surrounded by kids all day, so you just want great-grandchildren,” he laughed.
Josh wasn’t wrong. I was a kindergarten teacher, and I loved every moment of it. But I was done with the life of raising children away from their homes. Now, at 70, I wanted a quiet life of knitting and baking — a soft life, as Josh put it.
I’m leaving my position at the school at the end of the year. And maybe it’s just maternal instinct, but I wanted to know that Josh would be okay and not so alone.
A few months ago, we welcomed a new teacher at the kindergarten, Allison.
She was a few years younger than Josh, and I loved having her around during the day. So, of course, I thought about setting her up with him.
But I knew my grandson — Josh would never agree to an arranged date. He probably wouldn’t even show up.
The next best thing was to invite Allison over for dinner, where Josh would be forced to meet her.
“Alli,” I said to her one day during school. “Would you like to come over for dinner?”
“Yes! Of course, I would, Mrs. Barnard,” she said. “Since moving here, I’ve really missed family dinners. This will be great.”
I arranged for Allison to come over for dinner on a Friday evening. She went on and on about coming early to help with the cooking or bringing things over.
“Please just let me help, Mrs. Barnard,” she pleaded, as she helped me put the toys away one afternoon.
“You can bring dessert,” I told her. “And call me Elsie.”
I loved her.
And I knew that she would complement Josh well.
But nothing on earth could have prepared me for the connection between Josh and Allison.
That evening, as I was setting the table, Josh walked in.
“What’s this about?” he asked, nodding to the table.
“We’re having a new teacher over for dinner, okay?” I said, putting the cutlery in place.
“Sure, do you need me to help you?” he asked.
Allison arrived, her presence a breath of fresh air, carrying a cake with her.
She hugged me at the door and made herself at home — while Josh was still in his bedroom.
And then, the entire evening was turned upside down.
“Allison?” Josh’s voice came from the doorway, a mix of disbelief and an inexplicable hint of recognition.
“Josh?” Allison answered, her eyes wide. “Mrs. Barnard, this is your grandson? Josh?”
Confusion wrapped the room like a thick fog.
“Wait, you two know each other?” I asked, my heart racing at the possibilities of their connection.
“Yeah, Gran,” Josh said, sitting down.
“How?” I pressed on. We were past the niceties; I needed to know more.
“Allison is my sister,” he declared, each word resonating with the weight of a thousand unspoken stories.
The room fell silent.
“Explain, please,” I told Josh.
Josh isn’t my biological grandson. In fact, I had spent years of my life wanting a child, but I struggled with personal relationships. So, when I was 48, I took the plunge and went to an orphanage.
That’s where I met Josh. He was 5 years old and was a survivor of an accident in which his parents had died.
“Elsie,” Mandy, the social worker, said. “He’s a great kid! He’s curious, charming, and polite as ever. He just needs a chance to get out of here and live.”
When I met him, he was a scared little boy who had lost the most important people to him.
“What about the rest of his family?” I asked. “Wouldn’t they come looking?”
“There isn’t anyone else,” Mandy said. “We’ve searched. Which is why he had to be separated from his sister, too. She was adopted three weeks ago.”
“And the family didn’t want to take Josh?” I asked.
“Sadly, no,” Mandy admitted. “They just wanted the youngest child we had, so that they could have as much of her childhood as possible.”
In the end, despite my asking for more information about Josh’s sister, there was just no way such confidential information could be given out.
I adopted Josh as his grandmother because I was already going gray, and I didn’t want anyone to ask him why his mother was so old.
Eventually, on his 15th birthday, I told him the truth about the adoption — but nothing about his sister because I just didn’t have the information.
So, Josh has known the truth — or as much of the truth as possible.
“Tell me,” I pressed on.
“Gran, after you told me the truth about me being adopted, I felt settled. I mean, you had chosen me, after all. But I just felt that there was more to the story, you know?”
I nodded. I didn’t want to interrupt him. But I would choose this boy every single time.
“So, a few months ago, I went back to the orphanage, and I was told about a sister — Allison. And they were able to give me information because we were biological siblings.”
“And then, Josh found me on Facebook,” Allison chimed in. “We’ve been talking for a while. Although, he didn’t tell me the truth at first.”
“Well, I didn’t know if you knew the truth or not,” Josh retorted. “I couldn’t just say that I found your details in an old file at an orphanage.”
“I didn’t think that our first meeting would happen here, in your home,” Allison said.
“I think we need some dinner,” I said, waking up to get the food.
As we sat down at the table, I silently observed Josh and Allison’s reunion. I had absolutely no idea that there was a possibility that they could have known each other, let alone be siblings.
Josh ate quietly, processing his thoughts while he chewed. Allison’s eyes were glazed over — I wondered what she was thinking, and whether she was okay.
“Gran, why did you invite Allison over?” Josh asked, pouring more wine.
“Because I wanted to play matchmaker,” I said honestly.
Allison started giggling, and soon the room echoed with laughter.
The sense of awkwardness that had initially overwhelmed me transformed into a profound joy — I had hoped to bring love into Josh’s life, never imagining it would come in the form of a sister’s bond long severed by fate.
But their roles in each other’s lives were restored.
Later, when Allison took it upon herself to do the dishes, Josh and I stood outside.
“I can’t believe this,” Josh whispered, his voice cracking with emotion as he turned to me.
“I’m as surprised as you are,” I said, looking at the night sky.
“You’ve given me so much,” he said. “And now, you’ve unknowingly brought Allison back. We’ve been talking, but neither of us had the courage to actually meet.”
The rest of the night unfolded with stories of childhood memories lost and found, of heartaches and hope, and the unshakeable bond of family.
As I lay in bed that night, the house quiet once more, I couldn’t help but feel that their meeting was predestined by some other force.
At least now, Allison will be in Josh’s life, in some capacity or another.
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