The attached is an extract from a diary of a very good friend of mine who recently, suddenly and tragically passed away. He served with 22 squadron of the UK army for many years, and saw and experienced things most people would consider to be their worst nightmares.
A typical 22 mob guy, he was unassuming, polite, well-mannered and quick thinking. Unless you got on the wrong side of him he was a medium built average guy. The number of times I've seen 'big' guys, thugs, or pissed twats trying to pick a fight with him, only for him to dispatch them as most people would swat a fly. But he was also a very deep man. An amateur philosopher even. Once a devout Christian he lost his faith very quickly after witnessing the inhumanity of mankind first hand.
He hoped to being editing his diaries and to publish his memoirs after he retired. That day never came. So apologies for any grammatical errors and the writing style. He tended to write these things in a hurry, to capture his thoughts for later editing.
RIP Mike. You had a shit taste in bikes, but a glorious view of life. Your passing leaves a hole in so many peoples lives. And thanks for allowing me access to your diaries, and to, " do what the fuck you like with them slick dick".
Bookmarks