I always remember him as a huge bear of a man. Like a front row forward rather than a senior officer. Our standard joke was that he ate a lot so he could could plug up the tunnel entrances while his guys worked inside.
One of those sorts of officers where a forcefield of military discipline would precede his arrival by up to an hour. You always knew he was coming from the bush telegraph of mad cleaning and tidying. In the field everyone is constantly covered in crap but he always looked like he had just stepped off a parade ground. Rumor was that he was made of Teflon.
He had a habit of just silently looking at you If you told him some rubbish excuse. You were sort of stuck there looking at him...It was like trying to defy gravity.... and you would limply reveal the horrible truth...
Quite a Character,you don't get a Military cross in a packet of cereal...