I first met ‘H’ (Heinrick) when Carole and I came home from Germany in 1989 to the trade training base in Leicestershire. ‘H’ was an instructor in the Language Wing and I took up a role as an instructor in the Radio Wing. We hit it off immediately, and went on to serve together, on the same shift, in Northern Ireland for 2 years. I left Ireland 1995 and we didn’t serve together again before we both left the Army. In the intervening years since being discharged we have had many many catch ups, but this is the 1st since 2018.
‘H’ has one of the finest analytical minds I’ve ever known and I have lost many long debates with him simply because of my lack of vocabulary. ‘H’ is fluent in Danish, Russian, Arabic, Serbo-Croat and English and makes my stuttering knowledge of German and the odd word in French look somewhat poor in comparison. I am not in the least surprised that he has done so well out of the Mob as he was always going to excel in whatever he chose to do.
We have worked together, played together, slept together (in a trench), argued together, debated together, suffered tragedy and cried together, had each others backs, whilst armed in the Province together, undoubtedly saved more than a few lives together, and laughed, oh how we have laughed, together.
