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Today I remember Bryan Budd VC — a true Paratrooper, a warrior, a friend and a mentor who changed my life.

On two separate occasions in Sangin, Afghanistan, 2006, Bryan displayed extraordinary courage.

In the first firefight, despite being outnumbered, he led his section into contact, rallying his men and fighting with relentless determination.

In the second, under overwhelming fire, he charged forward alone to break the enemy’s assault and protect his section — an act of bravery that cost him his life, but saved others.

For me, Bryan wasn’t just a name in the history books. He was the man who helped me through Parachute Regiment selection — pushing me when I doubted myself, showing me what grit and true leadership really looked like.

I carry his memory in many ways: in the tattoo of him on my arm, in the choices I’ve made since — riding bikes, jumping, living the dream and dedicating myself to serving both my country and my community. If I could trade anything, it would be for just five minutes to have a brew with him, to show him what I’ve achieved through the inspiration he gave me.19 years ago today… time has gone so fast; I’m also 10 years older than when he died…

“The legacy of a man is not just in what he did, but in those he inspired to carry on after him.”

Until the day we meet again, Brother — gone but never forgotten.

#WeWillRemember #ParachuteRegiment

Today I remember Bryan Budd VC — a true Paratrooper, a warrior, a friend and a mentor who changed my life.

On two separate occasions in Sangin, Afghanistan, 2006, Bryan displayed extraordinary courage.

In the first firefight, despite being outnumbered, he led his section into contact, rallying his men and fighting with relentless determination.

In the second, under overwhelming fire, he charged forward alone to break the enemy’s assault and protect his section — an act of bravery that cost him his life, but saved others.

For me, Bryan wasn’t just a name in the history books. He was the man who helped me through Parachute Regiment selection — pushing me when I doubted myself, showing me what grit and true leadership really looked like.

I carry his memory in many ways: in the tattoo of him on my arm, in the choices I’ve made since — riding bikes, jumping, living the dream and dedicating myself to serving both my country and my community. If I could trade anything, it would be for just five minutes to have a brew with him, to show him what I’ve achieved through the inspiration he gave me.19 years ago today… time has gone so fast; I’m also 10 years older than when he died…

“The legacy of a man is not just in what he did, but in those he inspired to carry on after him.”

Until the day we meet again, Brother — gone but never forgotten.

#WeWillRemember #ParachuteRegiment

Today I remember Bryan Budd VC — a true Paratrooper, a warrior, a friend and a mentor who changed my life.

On two separate occasions in Sangin, Afghanistan, 2006, Bryan displayed extraordinary courage.

In the first firefight, despite being outnumbered, he led his section into contact, rallying his men and fighting with relentless determination.

In the second, under overwhelming fire, he charged forward alone to break the enemy’s assault and protect his section — an act of bravery that cost him his life, but saved others.

For me, Bryan wasn’t just a name in the history books. He was the man who helped me through Parachute Regiment selection — pushing me when I doubted myself, showing me what grit and true leadership really looked like.

I carry his memory in many ways: in the tattoo of him on my arm, in the choices I’ve made since — riding bikes, jumping, living the dream and dedicating myself to serving both my country and my community. If I could trade anything, it would be for just five minutes to have a brew with him, to show him what I’ve achieved through the inspiration he gave me.19 years ago today… time has gone so fast; I’m also 10 years older than when he died…

“The legacy of a man is not just in what he did, but in those he inspired to carry on after him.”

Until the day we meet again, Brother — gone but never forgotten.

#WeWillRemember #ParachuteRegiment

Today I remember Bryan Budd VC — a true Paratrooper, a warrior, a friend and a mentor who changed my life.

On two separate occasions in Sangin, Afghanistan, 2006, Bryan displayed extraordinary courage.

In the first firefight, despite being outnumbered, he led his section into contact, rallying his men and fighting with relentless determination.

In the second, under overwhelming fire, he charged forward alone to break the enemy’s assault and protect his section — an act of bravery that cost him his life, but saved others.

For me, Bryan wasn’t just a name in the history books. He was the man who helped me through Parachute Regiment selection — pushing me when I doubted myself, showing me what grit and true leadership really looked like.

I carry his memory in many ways: in the tattoo of him on my arm, in the choices I’ve made since — riding bikes, jumping, living the dream and dedicating myself to serving both my country and my community. If I could trade anything, it would be for just five minutes to have a brew with him, to show him what I’ve achieved through the inspiration he gave me.19 years ago today… time has gone so fast; I’m also 10 years older than when he died…

“The legacy of a man is not just in what he did, but in those he inspired to carry on after him.”

Until the day we meet again, Brother — gone but never forgotten.

#WeWillRemember #ParachuteRegiment

16 Years Ago… We will never forget!
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Corporal Mark Wright was awarded the George Cross for his bravery on 6th September 2006, in Afghanistan, when he entered a minefield in an extraordinary attempt to save the lives of critically-injured soldiers. Sadly, he lost his life during the incident.
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On this day he stood up and proved he was a hero, a true Paratrooper, someone I looked up to and will never be forgotten by the men of the regiment. If you want to see what his story is about watch “kilo two bravo” a depiction of what happened 16 years ago.
#3Para #ParachuteRegiment #MarkWright

In Memory of John Harrison 🇬🇧

On this day in 2009, we remember our friend & brother John, who gave his all during a Special Forces hostage rescue mission in Kunduz, Afghanistan.

During this mission, a journalist from the New York Times was freed.

This time of year always feels like we are remembering someone from the unit and I’m filling up Instagram with these posts, I do NOT apologize.I will make sure everyone knows your stories and we will not forget! This song was written by another friend & paratrooper @ashbaker760.This part of the song is my favourite - as paratroopers we earn our wings but we are definitely not deserving of the halos.

Rest in peace, John.#ParachuteRegiment #OurHero #NeverForgotten

Vancouver → Montreal → Jordan → West Bank → Israel. 43 hours. Here’s how it went.

Hotel fire alarm at 3, 4, and 5am. Royal Jordanian with a broken TV the whole flight. Landed, and honestly; Jordan was beautiful, the people were great.

Crossed past the site where Jesus was baptized and made it to the border. That’s where things got interesting.

Luggage through a tiny window, Doors chained shut. Packed in like sardines for hours and nobody moving, everyone pushing. Some guy starts on me and I finally snapped and pushed back “I can’t fucking move, you prick.” He fires back in Arabic. We’re both going at it until someone translates:

You’re both saying “I don’t understand what you’re saying.”

Everyone laughed. We carried on standing and I made a new friend.

They opened the door and announced no more tourists in Arabic. I didn’t move and I wasn’t leaving. Eventually a man I haven’t spoke to walked up to me “Jamie, we now go” I give him my passport and I found myself the only white guy on a Palestinian border crossing bus.Then a short ride into Jerusalem, then on to Tel Aviv.

43 hours. Some chaos, some beauty, a lot learned.

More on what this trip actually taught me soon; until then beaches, drinks and lots of good food….

#Travel #Unconventional

Focus and Go.

We’re all just figuring this out. Life doesn’t come with instructions and maybe that’s the point.

Some people will try to erase what you built or even worse take it. Not because it wasn’t good. Simply they didn’t build it.

Here’s what I have to own; I let them in. I made those choices. I was generous with the wrong people, ignored red flags, thought being good to someone was enough to make them be good back. It’s not… and that’s on me, I’m not a victim. I walked this road with my eyes open and I’ll walk out the same way.

And honestly? I got off light. A few scratches. Some grief, The loss of three people I love, that one cuts deep. But I’m standing… and I’m still me.

To the people doing the erasing, you didn’t break me, you taught me an expensive lesson: Boundary setting. That my worth doesn’t depend on your version of my story.

This is the next chapter, Fresh start, new beginnings have started with the right person.A team player who accepts my flaws, my personality traits, my crazy.Light is always at the end of the tunnel & we will build an empire together;being ex Parachute Regiment I like to think back, we were outnumbered in shitty positions, with minimal ammo and we still got up every day put our gear on, smirk on our faces and say let’s fucking go… so if you’re going thru Hell keep going… you’re not alone.

I’m talking from a happy place and a place of learning & reflection, I’m thru it… my ramblings are just that. If it helps fantastic, if it doesn’t keep scrolling. But look around and pay attention to the men who are struggling in your life… the ones who have gone quiet, there’s way more men struggling than you think.

Stay focused, Be authentic, Ride the storm and we will get better…. because we are not dead yet!

#SquamishLife #MensMentalHealth #StayFocused

Focus and Go.

We’re all just figuring this out. Life doesn’t come with instructions and maybe that’s the point.

Some people will try to erase what you built or even worse take it. Not because it wasn’t good. Simply they didn’t build it.

Here’s what I have to own; I let them in. I made those choices. I was generous with the wrong people, ignored red flags, thought being good to someone was enough to make them be good back. It’s not… and that’s on me, I’m not a victim. I walked this road with my eyes open and I’ll walk out the same way.

And honestly? I got off light. A few scratches. Some grief, The loss of three people I love, that one cuts deep. But I’m standing… and I’m still me.

To the people doing the erasing, you didn’t break me, you taught me an expensive lesson: Boundary setting. That my worth doesn’t depend on your version of my story.

This is the next chapter, Fresh start, new beginnings have started with the right person.A team player who accepts my flaws, my personality traits, my crazy.Light is always at the end of the tunnel & we will build an empire together;being ex Parachute Regiment I like to think back, we were outnumbered in shitty positions, with minimal ammo and we still got up every day put our gear on, smirk on our faces and say let’s fucking go… so if you’re going thru Hell keep going… you’re not alone.

I’m talking from a happy place and a place of learning & reflection, I’m thru it… my ramblings are just that. If it helps fantastic, if it doesn’t keep scrolling. But look around and pay attention to the men who are struggling in your life… the ones who have gone quiet, there’s way more men struggling than you think.

Stay focused, Be authentic, Ride the storm and we will get better…. because we are not dead yet!

#SquamishLife #MensMentalHealth #StayFocused

Focus and Go.

We’re all just figuring this out. Life doesn’t come with instructions and maybe that’s the point.

Some people will try to erase what you built or even worse take it. Not because it wasn’t good. Simply they didn’t build it.

Here’s what I have to own; I let them in. I made those choices. I was generous with the wrong people, ignored red flags, thought being good to someone was enough to make them be good back. It’s not… and that’s on me, I’m not a victim. I walked this road with my eyes open and I’ll walk out the same way.

And honestly? I got off light. A few scratches. Some grief, The loss of three people I love, that one cuts deep. But I’m standing… and I’m still me.

To the people doing the erasing, you didn’t break me, you taught me an expensive lesson: Boundary setting. That my worth doesn’t depend on your version of my story.

This is the next chapter, Fresh start, new beginnings have started with the right person.A team player who accepts my flaws, my personality traits, my crazy.Light is always at the end of the tunnel & we will build an empire together;being ex Parachute Regiment I like to think back, we were outnumbered in shitty positions, with minimal ammo and we still got up every day put our gear on, smirk on our faces and say let’s fucking go… so if you’re going thru Hell keep going… you’re not alone.

I’m talking from a happy place and a place of learning & reflection, I’m thru it… my ramblings are just that. If it helps fantastic, if it doesn’t keep scrolling. But look around and pay attention to the men who are struggling in your life… the ones who have gone quiet, there’s way more men struggling than you think.

Stay focused, Be authentic, Ride the storm and we will get better…. because we are not dead yet!

#SquamishLife #MensMentalHealth #StayFocused

Focus and Go.

We’re all just figuring this out. Life doesn’t come with instructions and maybe that’s the point.

Some people will try to erase what you built or even worse take it. Not because it wasn’t good. Simply they didn’t build it.

Here’s what I have to own; I let them in. I made those choices. I was generous with the wrong people, ignored red flags, thought being good to someone was enough to make them be good back. It’s not… and that’s on me, I’m not a victim. I walked this road with my eyes open and I’ll walk out the same way.

And honestly? I got off light. A few scratches. Some grief, The loss of three people I love, that one cuts deep. But I’m standing… and I’m still me.

To the people doing the erasing, you didn’t break me, you taught me an expensive lesson: Boundary setting. That my worth doesn’t depend on your version of my story.

This is the next chapter, Fresh start, new beginnings have started with the right person.A team player who accepts my flaws, my personality traits, my crazy.Light is always at the end of the tunnel & we will build an empire together;being ex Parachute Regiment I like to think back, we were outnumbered in shitty positions, with minimal ammo and we still got up every day put our gear on, smirk on our faces and say let’s fucking go… so if you’re going thru Hell keep going… you’re not alone.

I’m talking from a happy place and a place of learning & reflection, I’m thru it… my ramblings are just that. If it helps fantastic, if it doesn’t keep scrolling. But look around and pay attention to the men who are struggling in your life… the ones who have gone quiet, there’s way more men struggling than you think.

Stay focused, Be authentic, Ride the storm and we will get better…. because we are not dead yet!

#SquamishLife #MensMentalHealth #StayFocused

Morning rip over Squamish 🇨🇦

Last jump here for a couple of weeks… but the adventure doesn’t stop…

#SquamishLife #LivingTheDream #WingsuitBASE

Time to create more content…

I don’t usually ask this and honestly, I still don’t give a shit whether people like my stuff or not; That hasn’t changed.

But there are some things coming that are worth knowing about. Lots of adventures, some talks… a documentary… a book… the next couple of years I’m genuinely excited about.

So if you want to be along for it; hit Follow & Share!

I’m stoked…
#SquamishLife #LivingTheDream #LetsGo

Trying to make this chaos look easy

People call it luck. They say I’m always in the right place at the right time, I’ve heard it for years and honestly it’s lazy thinking.

What you’re seeing is the result of years of work that nobody watched. Early mornings, outside the box planning, ideas that looked insane on paper and even more insane when I said them out loud. Every job I’ve ever landed, every opportunity that’s come my way; I built a path to it long before anyone could see where I was going. I just don’t talk about what I’m doing until it’s done or I’m doing it.

I move differently, I plan differently, The vision isn’t always obvious to everyone around me but ask anyone who’s worked for me, they’ll tell you. The plan is always there, the work was always there, most just couldn’t see the outcome - I could.I’m watching people try to imitate my chaos but it will just be the Temu version 😂.

My goal is to make what most people think is far fetched life look easy. When I pull that off, people say lucky or I’ve landed on my feet again. I say Fuck you… this is my story!

This week something new starts. Follow along…

“You don’t have to understand it. You just have to watch.”

#TrustTheProcess #SquamishLife #ThisIsMe

Narcissism doesn’t care how tough you are.

I consider myself mentally resilient. I’ve operated in environments most people will never see, and I still ended up in one of those situations. The kind I never thought would reach me.

It comes in many shapes and forms and it can find anyone.
I’m not going to pretend this last year wasn’t heavy. But what I will say is this: having vulnerability used as a weapon against you is one of the oldest moves in the book. Gaslighting, Manipulation, Reactive abuse, DARVO. All designed to make you question your own reality or look like the unstable one to anyone watching.

Here’s what I’ve learned: these people genuinely believe their own story. They don’t want the truth to surface. But it always does… The people closest to them already see it, I see it. Time does the work so you don’t have to; I’m comfortable being the villain in someone else’s narrative, because narratives have a way of correcting themselves.

I’m in a very good place now. With the love and support from some very good people.I’m sharing this because I know good men who aren’t and like me, they’re too embarrassed to say it out loud.

Next month is Men’s Mental Health Awareness Month. You’ll see the posts. The profile picture frames, The “end the stigma” captions from people who’ve never had to mean it. I’ve watched enough of those moments arrive at someone’s door to know; words are easy until the crisis is at your doorstep.

And men’s mental health rarely looks like what people imagine. It’s not a man crying alone in a dark room. It looks like anger, Exhaustion, Sleeping, Withdrawal, Spending every spare hour doom scrolling just to avoid being inside your own head.

If this reaches one man sitting in that place right now, message me, you’re not crazy. You’re not weak. You’ve just been in a fight you didn’t fully understand and it does get better.Trust me I didn’t believe it either…

So sit down with a coffee, check on your homies and ask them if they are ok!

#SquamishLife #MentalHealth #CheckOnYourHomies

Evening solo cruise…

Got a lot done today, so was sat there thinking lift weights, go to BJJ, go for a BASE Jump or go for a ride…. That’s the moment I knew I have too many hobbies and not enough time in the day; so a good ride was what I opted for.

#SquamishLife #LivingTheDream #EnjoyingLifeAgain

Just wanted to do hood rat shit with my friends!

#SquamishLife #Squampton #BaseJumping #Mindset

Hover exit refresher with @ssarteam , because the mountain doesn’t always give you a flat spot to land.

Every year we train for the scenarios we hope never happen.

“Under pressure, you don’t rise to the occasion, you fall to the level of your training.”

That’s why we train & that’s why it matters.

(Still working on convincing them a parachute team would cover the same requirement more stylishly. The proposal is ongoing. 😅)

📍 Squamish, BC
#SquamishLife #SquamishSAR #SearchAndRescue #HoverExit