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Leon Hughes

September 15, 1981 - May 22, 2025

Leon Hughes, affectionately known as Streaky in the military and Bones to his closest friends, was the kind of person who never took life too seriously. With a sharp wit, effortless charm, and a sense of humour that could lift any room, Leon had a gift for making people laugh and feel at ease. The youngest brother of Rad, brother-in-law to Claire, and a proud uncle to Sophie, Leon brought a lightness and energy to his family that will never be forgotten. Whether cracking a perfectly timed joke or offering a clever one-liner, he had a way of making even the toughest days feel a little bit easier. Though he served his country with dedication, it was his playful spirit and dedication to his family that truly defined him. Leon leaves behind a legacy of laughter, love, and unforgettable moments that will continue to bring smiles for years to come.

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Adam Fell 2025-06-21 15:55:55 wrote:

We had not long gotten back from Iraq in 2005 after TELIC 5. On the Friday after work I went back to the block and just laid on my bed and fell asleep. About an hour later Leon bursts into my room and woke me up. “AUSTIN, get up! Me, you, Riley, and Wally are going to Amsterdam. We are outside waiting for you”. I still had no idea what was going on as I’d just been rudely woken! Anyway, I got my self sorted threw some clothes in a bag and off we went. When we got there we couldn’t even find a hotel with availability (maybe cause streaky would go in a hotel pretending to be Michael Jackson shouting OOWWWW and Shamone Motherfucker!) finally we found the dingiest little place that would take us. After we got sorted we went into Amsterdam to see the sights. In the taxi the taxi driver got dubbed as ‘Mr Love’ by us all as he was talking about where to find ‘girls’ (Prostitutes). Must have been lost in translation cause we wanted lively pubs and good beer. Anyway, streaky was sat in the back seat and he just kept screaming “HE’S JUST A LOOOVVVEEE MACHINE!!” Think the taxi driver just wanted us out! The next day we found ourselves in a well know district of Amsterdam in a coffee shop. Just underneath the coffee shop was a tattoo parlour and we all thought it would be a great idea to get our girlfriends names tattooed on our arse. Not the greatest of ideas but we all found it funny (and because we were pissed). Then I was asked if I loved my girlfriend to which I said “No, not really” from then on I was the brunt of all jokes. The whole weekend was a blur but had some of the best laughs I’ll always remember.

Adam Fell 2025-06-21 15:55:55 wrote: We had not long gotten back from Iraq in 2005 after TELIC 5. On the Friday after work I went back to the block and just laid on my bed and fell asleep. About an hour later Leon bursts into my room and woke me up. “AUSTIN, get up! Me, you, Riley, and Wally are going to Amsterdam. We are outside waiting for you”. I still had no idea what was going on as I’d just been rudely woken! Anyway, I got my self sorted threw some clothes in a bag and off we went. When we got there we couldn’t even find a hotel with availability (maybe cause streaky would go in a hotel pretending to be Michael Jackson shouting OOWWWW and Shamone Motherfucker!) finally we found the dingiest little place that would take us. After we got sorted we went into Amsterdam to see the sights. In the taxi the taxi driver got dubbed as ‘Mr Love’ by us all as he was talking about where to find ‘girls’ (Prostitutes). Must have been lost in translation cause we wanted lively pubs and good beer. Anyway, streaky was sat in the back seat and he just kept screaming “HE’S JUST A LOOOVVVEEE MACHINE!!” Think the taxi driver just wanted us out! The next day we found ourselves in a well know district of Amsterdam in a coffee shop. Just underneath the coffee shop was a tattoo parlour and we all thought it would be a great idea to get our girlfriends names tattooed on our arse. Not the greatest of ideas but we all found it funny (and because we were pissed). Then I was asked if I loved my girlfriend to which I said “No, not really” from then on I was the brunt of all jokes. The whole weekend was a blur but had some of the best laughs I’ll always remember.

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