That was the last time Arthur saw Faye for six days as they were both put in solitary. Guards tried to make Faye crack by cruelly telling her she was the last of the 15 being held captive.
But, speaking of the moment they were reunited, he told how he wept and begged the 26-year-old for a hug. Arthur said: "I missed Topsy most of all. I really love her, as amumand a big sister. Not seeing her and not knowing if she was safe was one of the hardest parts of the whole thing.
"Then on the sixth day, when I was just about giving up hope, I was pulled from my bed in the early hours of the morning.
"They led me down a corridor and into a room, where I saw Topsy in a corner.
"I can't describe how that felt...just every emotion rolled into one. I ran up to her, threw my arms round her and cried like a baby.
"When I'd calmed down, she asked, 'Do you need another hug, a mother hug?' and I said, 'damn right'. She was just as pleased to see me because they'd told her I'd been sent home.
"Topsy said she'd always be there for me, to protect me and look after me.
For fuck's sake, here was I thinking that the members of the British Armed Forces were a breed apart, that they were trained not to behave like fucking children. More importantly, no one, but no one, should ever be allowed to write such maudlin, fucking drivel. Ever. Reading this, one knows who the big fucking girl is, eh?
Does this sort of thing diminish respect for our forces? Well, it certainly has diminshed these people in my eyes, so yes. What the fuck were they thinking?
Oh, and before anyone tries the "well, have you ever served or been captured" line, the answer is "no", I haven't. But that is because I am well-aware that I the armed forces life is not for me—I even opted for the "community service" option rather than the Combined Cadet Force (CCF) at school—and that's why I didn't join. My talents lie elsewhere and elsewhere is where I deploy them. Saying that I cannot comment on the armed forces because I haven't been in them is a totally specious argument; can I not comment on politics because I haven't been an MP? Should I declare that no one can comment on my designs because they aren't a designer?
Fucking shameful and vomit-inducing, the whole article. What the hell happened to the traditional British reserve, eh?
P.S. Here's some more.
Arthur met Faye when he joined HMS Cornwall in January last year.
He said: "I look young, so I guess she wanted to look after me. She's a great woman, kind, generous, funny. She'd do anything for anyone. I've loads of respect for her as she's my senior but also a massive amount of love for her as my friend.
Oh really? Am I the only one that suspects that this love is a little more than platonic, at least on Wee Arty's side? If I were Topsy's husband, I'd be asking some keen questions after reading this shite...