22 SAS Tobin, Thomas Patrick Andrew

[John Robertson]

• SURNAME

Tobin ​

• FORENAME

Thomas Patrick Andrew ​

• UNIT

B Squadron ​

• RANK

Trooper ​

• NUMBER

23966442 ​

• DATE OF DEATH

25th October 1972 ​

• AGE

25 ​

• GRAVESITE

Hereford (St Martin's) Churchyard,Herefordshire Row D 12 ​

• ADDITIONAL INFORMATION

parent unit Army Catering Corps​

born 23.9.1947​

award D.C.M. (posthumous)​

date 5.10.1972 (National Memorial)​

DOW UK received 19.7.1972 at Mirbat,Oman​

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[Stevo62]

Undoubtedly Trooper Tobin deserved the DCM or indeed a higher award, however, I cannot find any award for him listed in the LG.
As far as I am aware, this is an ongoing battle 50 years after Mirbat! Time to start the campaign again?

 

[St Patrick]

Undoubtedly Trooper Tobin deserved the DCM or indeed a higher award, however, I cannot find any award for him listed in the LG.
As far as I am aware, this is an ongoing battle 50 years after Mirbat! Time to start the campaign again?

I wish someone would gather together all those who take the same view and get a campaign started. Helen-Marie Tobin( Thomas’ sister)

 

[Chiefwarder]

It does seem strange that Four others who took part in the battle for Mirbat are listed in the London Gazette but not Trooper Tobin

 

[Hollz67]

Not even an M.M. Shame on our community. R.I.P. Brother

 

[Bon Nicol]

• SURNAME

Tobin ​

• FORENAME

Thomas Patrick Andrew ​

• UNIT

B Squadron ​

• RANK

Trooper ​

• NUMBER

23966442 ​

• DATE OF DEATH

25th October 1972 ​

• AGE

25 ​

• GRAVESITE

Hereford (St Martin's) Churchyard,Herefordshire Row D 12 ​

• ADDITIONAL INFORMATION

parent unit Army Catering Corps​

born 23.9.1947​

award D.C.M. (posthumous)​

date 5.10.1972 (National Memorial)​

DOW UK received 19.7.1972 at Mirbat,Oman​

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"The Cook at Mirbat"
They said he was just a cook—
A man of pans, not powder black.
But truth strides louder through the smoke:
He walked the course, he bore the pack.

He passed the crucible where few return,
Was cut from cloth the daring wear.
With silent oath and storm to earn,
He found his place among the rare.

SAS in badge, in brother’s code,
No accident, no last-minute call—
At Mirbat’s gate, his load was stowed
With men who’d rise—and sometimes fall.

Shot in the face, they wrote it clean—
A line in red through quartered page.
But blood remembers what ink can’t mean:
That courage isn't just rank or rage.

He stood. He fired. No backing wall.
Not cook, not clerk, not quiet shame—
But trooper, tried beyond recall,
With grit that earned a dying name.
R J Nicol

Should have been a VC but as far as the Government were concerned, they were not there awarded DCM posthumously.