22 SAS Arthy, John Leslie (Lofty)

[John Robertson]

• SURNAME

Arthy ​

• FORENAME

John Leslie (Lofty) ​

• UNIT

D Squadron (19 Troop) ​

• RANK

Sergeant ​

• NUMBER

24221177 ​

• DATE OF DEATH

19th May 1982 ​

• AGE

27 ​

• GRAVESITE

Hereford (St Martin's) Churchyard,Herefordshire SAS Regimental Plot Memorial Plaque ​

• ADDITIONAL INFORMATION

parent unit Welsh Guards​

born 27.10.1954​

father Barry N. Arthy​

mother Joan M. (nee Gyde) Arthy​

Infantry Junior Leaders Bn,Oswestry 1970s (Junior C.S.M.)​

joined SAS 1975​

lost in Sea King crash,South Atlantic ​

​

 

[Yobnoj]

John Leslie (Lofty) Arthy

Me and lofty were both on the same Senior Brecon Course in in 1977 he was Cpl at the time fantastic bloke real waste of life. (RIP mate)

 

[jones4658]

RIP Lofty,

Me and lofty were both on the same Senior Brecon Course in in 1977 he was Cpl at the time fantastic bloke real waste of life. (RIP mate)

just wanted to pay my respects to my boyhood friend and fellow soldier from north wales john arthy, you will always be my hero, RIP mate.....Cpl taffy jones ex queens Lancashire regiment,

 

[climbwhenyouareready]

• SURNAME

Arthy ​

• FORENAME

John Leslie (Lofty) ​

• UNIT

D Squadron (19 Troop) ​

• RANK

Sergeant ​

• NUMBER

24221177 ​

• DATE OF DEATH

19th May 1982 ​

• AGE

27 ​

• GRAVESITE

Hereford (St Martin's) Churchyard,Herefordshire SAS Regimental Plot Memorial Plaque ​

• ADDITIONAL INFORMATION

parent unit Welsh Guards​

born 27.10.1954​

father Barry N. Arthy​

mother Joan M. (nee Gyde) Arthy​

Infantry Junior Leaders Bn,Oswestry 1970s (Junior C.S.M.)​

joined SAS 1975​

lost in Sea King crash,South Atlantic ​

​

Poem to Lofty

Lofty, skiing swiftly down the hardened piste,
we shared the frozen morning together.
The still air, a hillside clothed in heavy drapes,
the amphitheatre to our progress.

At Tanny*, perched on screes above the reservoir,
we checked the guide for yesterday's routes:
Orang Utang, that cheeky overhang,
catching us in the shadows of a Welsh evening.

"Take in. But not with an Italian hitch!
What sort of a signature is that?"
You smile. Blue eyes, and boyish hair,
and a grin that says "Your lead mate."

Thanks Loft. Those were good times.
Storming up the Ben on a winter's day,
food for six days, but weather for three;
retreating in Darkness to the Distillery.

* Tanygrisiau, North Wales

Written in June 1982, and shared with Tony Swierzy and Andy Baxter at that time.