We were on our way back to camp, where we were due to have two days R&R because it was Christmas when I stood on and detonated an IED.
I was serving in Afghanistan in 2007 with the Royal Marines. On Christmas Eve that year myself and the company I was working with were tasked with going out on a routine foot patrol. We were about to finish and were just on our way back into camp, where we were due to have two days R&R because it was Christmas the next day, when I stood on and detonated an Improvised Explosive Device, which resulted in me losing both my legs above the knee and my right arm above the elbow. Subsequently I became the UK’s first triple amputee from the conflict.
My recovery was one of the hardest things I’ve done in my life – next to training to being Royal Marine, it was probably the hardest and it was very, very close. Because I was the UK’s first triple amputee, I had no one who I could go to for mentorship, no one for any guidance or training. I had physios and doctors and nurses – which was great – but there’s only so much you can learn from a textbook. I knew that if I wanted to dominate my injuries and regain my independence I needed to find somebody who had already walked this path and was achieving the kind of things I wanted to achieve.