Dave was serving with B Squadron, 1st Battalion The Queen’s Dragoon Guards when his armoured vehicle hit an IED (Improvised Explosive Device), killing him and his driver.
Dave was 25 (it was his birthday two months previously, almost to the date), and he’d been in theatre for just one month.
The last time I saw was him was at his leaving party, at the old Valmont (now Dukebox) in Chelsea, and the memory of his mascara-slash-tear stained (oops) blue striped shirt (T.M. Lewin, as always) as I walked away will stay with me forever.
There are so many words to describe Dave, and so few to describe the loss of him. Suffice to say, the world is a lesser place and the Army feels – and will continue to feel – his loss severely.
|Dave’s passing out parade from RMAS in Aug 2010|
|In Turkey, 2009|
|Dave on Landy|
From EUOTC, Dave commissioned out of Sandhurst and completed the cavalry’s Young Office course, before being accepted onto the Infantry’s version (much more hard-core). No mean feat – Dave was pretty special and immensely good at his job.
He was so proud of what he did – I lost count of the number of times that he just “had” to turn up to my house in his stinking uniform after some exercise or another because he “simply hadn’t had time”. I think he secretly quite liked seeing the neighbours’ twitching curtains as he pulled up in Landy (his bright red Land Rover Defender).
Dave was wise beyond his years, but also charmingly self-depreciating. He had time for everyone, and was so easily swayed by those he cared about (he bought me my first pet – Freddie, a slightly grotesquely over-sized hamster with one red eye – less than a month after I met him).
|Sailing in The Solent|
I don’t really want to end this post because I know there is so much more to say about Dave. But frankly I could talk about him for years.