Mark and I were friends for over 40 years and throughout, I knew that I would always receive a wonderful welcome, a rapier-like remark at the expense of someone he didn't appreciate and, invariably a beer. I can recall a rather challenging conversation with him in Co Fermanagh where we were both commanding small outposts, seemingly on the edge of the empire. After rabbiting on for a good 5 mins, probably about the CO or the RUC, Mark quietly announced that he'd have to go, having just had a negligent discharge in his civilian van. The fact that none of the rounds managed to pierce the skin of the Leyland Sherpa was testament to the quality of our weaponry - in this case, the Sterling Sub Machine Gun (SMG). From our first days together in Northern Ireland in 1979 through to our final evening together a few months ago, he was characterised by the the Ws - warm, witty and wise. A wonderful chap whom I shall miss and was privileged to have known. God bless you Mark.
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