09/03/2026
Today marks the 20th anniversary of the deaths of Private William Cushley, Warrant Officer Richard Nolan CD, Warrant Officer Frank Mellish CD, and Sergeant Shane Stachnik CD, who were killed in action while proudly serving our country in Afghanistan.
On September 3rd, 2006, Private William Jonathan James Cushley, aged 21, Warrant Officer Richard Francis Nolan CD, aged 39, and Warrant Officer Frank Robert Mellish CD, aged 38, members of the 1st Battalion, Royal Canadian Regiment, based at CFB Petawawa, Ontario, and, Sergeant Shane Hank Stachnik CD, aged 30, a member of 2 Combat Engineer Regiment, also based at Garrison Petawawa, were killed during a major International Security Assistance Force (ISAF) air and ground assault on an insurgent position in the Panjwai district, around 15 kilometres west of Kandahar City.
In September 2006, NATO launched OPERATION MEDUSA, a Canadian-led offensive, the largest and deadliest offensive of it's kind since Canadian soldiers fought in the Korean War.
In 2007, renowned Canadian journalist, the late Adam Day, wrote a 4000-word exposé about Operation Medusa, a Canadian-led offensive in Kandahar Province that the military and government wildly hailed as a stunning victory for allied forces and a major blow to the Taliban. Below are several excerpts from that piece, which was published in Legion Magazine.
Operation Medusa was the largest operation in Afghanistan since 2002 and it was intended to disperse or destroy the hundreds, if not thousands, of insurgents that had gathered about 20 kilometres southwest of Kandahar City, in a district called Panjwai.
In 2006, Panjwai district was the insurgency’s simmering heartland. For a whole generation of Canadian service members, the mention of Panjwai will almost certainly conjure hard memories of small villages and complex defensive terrain, intractable hostility and endless roadside bombs. Of the 66 Canadians killed in Afghanistan since 2002 (as of July 10, 2007), almost half died in Panjwai.
Panjwai is the spiritual and literal home of the Taliban movement. It was the birthplace of their leader, Mullah Mohammed Omar, and the place where the movement began in the mid-1990s.
Operation Medusa began on September 2nd. It was a Canadian-led offensive fought primarily by the First Battalion, Royal Canadian Regiment Battle Group with other elements of ISAF, supported by the Afghan National Army and the U.S. Army, a force of 1500 strong. It's goal was to establish government control over an area of Kandahar Province centered in the district of Panjwai west of Kandahar City.
The NATO troops' objective was to capture a grouping of villages known as Pashmul, which had been the site of repeated battles throughout the summer of 2006 and where several Canadian soldiers were killed just a month before, on August 3rd, 2006. That summer the Taliban had begun to gather in Panjwai in an effort to launch a major assault against the city of Kandahar.
The coalitions air-offensive commenced on September 2nd, pounding enemy positions for more than 24 hours with helicopter gunships, artillery and bombs, while ground forces positioned themselves in a pincer, north and south of the Panjwai district. In those first two days the air attacks led to the killing of around 200 Taliban fighters and the arrest of another 80. An additional 180 insurgents were seen fleeing the region.
However, on September 3rd, an odd decision was made which changed the tone of the battle. Charles Company of First Battalion Royal Canadian Regiment Battle Group was positioned for a feint in the south while the bombing went on. Three days ahead of schedule, C Company was suddenly ordered to cross the Arghandab River and move into Pashmul, without detailed reconnaissance. Stronger than expected resistance was put up by Taliban insurgents, whom NATO expected to simply retreat. Instead, the insurgents prepared for the decisive engagement, deciding to take advantage of the defensively advantageous ground of the district, and laid traps for the coming NATO troops.
Within sight of the infamous white schoolhouse, epicentre of the insurgency in Kandahar province, the hastily assembled Canadian force entered the kill zone. An enemy signal flare shot up across Charles Company’s lead elements and there aren’t many polite words to describe what happened next.
Rick Nolan died. 7 Platoon’s warrant officer, it's heart and soul, was sitting in the passenger seat of a lightly armoured G-Wagon when a rocket-propelled gr***de came crashing through the windshield. Sitting in the back seat were a medic and an Afghan interpreter, both badly wounded. Corporal Sean Teal, dazed but mostly unhurt, jumped into a hail of bullets and went to find help. The G-Wagon never moved again.
Shane Stachnik died. The engineer sergeant was standing in his armoured vehicle’s air sentry hatch when an 82-mm recoilless r***e round blew them apart. Most inside were wounded or unconscious and the vehicle went radio silent. Call sign Echo 3-2 was out of the fight.
The enemy were hidden in their trenches and fortified buildings, firing from three sides. The Canadians were enveloped. Bullets kicked up dirt cinematically. Rockets screamed in. Every Canadian gun that could still fire blasted away at the muzzle flashes in the distance.
A Canadian armoured vehicle, full of wounded and dead, reversed at high speed out of the kill zone only to crash backwards into a ditch, where it was hit by several RPGs. Call sign 3-1 Bravo was stuck and dying. It never left the ditch.
The radios were full of screaming voices, some calling for medics, some just looking for help. As the firing and explosions continued, many soldiers began helping their wounded friends, focusing on their own rescue mission, fighting their own war. Time got all messed up. It went too fast or it went too slow; hours seemed like minutes and some seconds took forever. Wounded men crawled across the ground looking for cover. Everywhere there were acts of unimaginable courage.
Yet more would die. Private William Cushley, legendary joker, friend to seemingly everybody, was killed alongside 8 Platoon’s warrant officer, Frank Mellish, who came forward to see if he could help after he heard his friend Nolan was in trouble.
It went on and on for hours. An officer sprinted across open ground armed now only with his pistol, looking for his comrade. The enemy kept firing. The company sergeant major went down.
They fought through one calamity after another. And the wounded piled up. Some were hit more than once. Others were wounded in ways that couldn’t be seen.
Through it all the calm voice of Charles’ commander, Major Mathew Sprague, himself under fire, came over the net, directing his men through the chaos, calling in air strikes and artillery. But the enemy was dug in too deep and hidden too well. They poured unrelenting, if poorly aimed, fire on the trapped Canadian force.
When an errant 1,000-pound bomb, dropped off target by a coalition aircraft, came bouncing through the Canadian lines and ended up right in front of them, there was little left to do but retreat.
Captain Derek Wessan radioed Sprague at call sign 3-9er. “We’ve gotta get the f–k out of here,” he said. “And then we’ve gotta blow this place up.”
Of the 50 or so Canadian soldiers that went into the kill zone that day, no fewer than 10 were wounded, four were killed and at least six became stress casualties.
In the end, Medusa was deemed a tactical success. The operation cleared the Panjwai pocket and ended Taliban hopes of knocking NATO out of Afghanistan in one fighting season.
Between August 3rd and October 14th, 2006, Canadians fought valiantly to clear the district. They killed a lot of men, but they lost a lot too. This was a historic battle. These men died:
Cpl. Chris Reid, Sgt. Vaughan Ingram, Cpl. Bryce Keller, Pte. Kevin Dallaire, Sgt. Shane Stachnik, WO Rick Nolan, WO Frank Mellish, Pte. Will Cushley, Pte. Mark Graham, Pte. Dave Byers, Cpl. Shane Keating, Cpl. Keith Morley, Cpl. Glen Arnold, Pte. Josh Klukie, Sgt. Craig Gillam, Cpl. Robert Mitchell, Tpr. Mark Wilson, Sgt. Darcy Tedford, and Pte. Blake Williamson.
"Operation Medusa - The Battle for Panjwai – Part 1: The Charge of Charles Company" – Written by Adam Day ©️Legion Magazine – September 1st, 2007.
–Compiled by Mr. Sean Wilson.
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Private William Jonathan James Cushley
William was born in Bristol, England in 1985, the only son of Errol and Elaine Cushley. Errol and Elaine raised four children together: Lisa, Tonia, Amanda and William. Only months after William’s birth, the Cushley family was living in Sarnia. Years later they moved to Sombra and eventually settled in Port Lambton. In his mid-teens, William expressed his desire to join the military, undoubtedly in uenced by a number of family members who had served. He was
so anxious to join the military after high school that he tried to join the American and British armies before Canada accepted him.
Cushley enrolled in the Canadian Forces in October 2004. Excelling at basic training and battle school, he became a member the First Battalion of The Royal Canadian Regiment in July of that same year.
A strapping and charismatic 21-year-old, Cushley was a respected gunner with the regiment. He was employed as r***eman and LAV-III turret operator in C Company as part of Operation Archer in Kandahar, Afghanistan.
Private Cushley was a good soldier who was well liked by the members of the Battalion. His friends and comrades said he exhibited very strong leadership qualities. His goal was to
have a career in the military with special forces.
William was home for the Port Lambton Gala Days celebration in July 2006 where he celebrated his 21st birthday. Less than two months later, William lost his life in Afghanistan in the early stages of Operation Medusa—our country’s largest combat operation in more
than 50 years. He was the first Lambton County resident killed in action since the Korean War.
The morning he deployed to Afghanistan his mother Elaine dropped him off at the bus. She promised not to cry, going so far as to bet her only son $50 that her eyes would stay dry. Moments after Pte. Cushley climbed on board, his mom lost the wager. He got off the bus, gave her one last hug, then left for Kandahar. Below is a copy of the handwritten note he left for his mother in the event he didn't return.
"If you are reading this, I’m sorry, but I will not be coming back home. Thank you for everything you have ever done for me. I really do appreciate it. You were always there for me even when I didn’t want you to be. I have one last favour to ask you. In this envelope is two more letters, one for Tasha, one for Brandy. If you could please deliver them to them I would really appreciate it. I just want you to know that I love you and that I fought bravely and did everything I could to come home. Do not weep too much, I will always be with you in heart & spirit!
"Love always & forever
"P.S. — you can keep the $50! LOL."
William Jonathan James Cushley is survived by his parents, Errol and Elaine Cushley, and his sisters, Amanda, Jodie, Lisa and Tonia. He is also greatly missed by his other relatives, friends, and his military family.
–Compiled by Mr. Sean Wilson.
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William was the baby of the family, the only boy, with three older sisters. He was born in England, but at three months of age he moved to Canada. As a child, he lived on a farm, and he was inclined to be a homebody. He followed his mother everywhere and loved to be around his family.
William was warm and loving from the time he was young, freely expressing his affection for those he loved. As he grew into a teenager, he began to go out with friends more, sometimes camping, although that was not his favourite activity. While he enjoyed going out with friends, William’s demonstrative love for his parents never diminished.
While he was not athletically inclined, William did love to skateboard. In addition, he played hockey right up until he left for Afghanistan. William’s true passion was being creative; he was artistic and loved drawing. He found it to be relaxing.
After 9/11 occurred, William felt compelled to make a difference and enrolled in the Canadian Army. He had to wait a long time for a response, and out of eagerness to start training, he enrolled with the British Forces as well (because he had dual citizenship). Just in time, the Canadian Army called him and accepted him.
Although a very sensitive young man, William loved the army. He left as a boy, and when he returned, he had lost his baby face. He grew in many ways, and he began to shine and develop as a soldier and man. He formed close bonds with his comrades, and this tight-knit brotherhood was one of his favourite parts of being involved with the military. In fact, he wanted to be a soldier for life. Before he left for Afghanistan, he signed on for another 10 years of service.
William had icy blue eyes. He always had a smile on his face. He possessed a dry sense of humour and loved to play pranks on people. He especially enjoyed sneaking up behind his mother and slapping her on the butt when she least expected it. As he grew older, he continued to be affectionate and relished cuddling and hugging. Even at 20 years old, William would sidle up to his father, throw an arm around him, and kiss him on the forehead. Although he refused to cuddle his mom right before he left for his deployment, out of embarrassment in front of his friends, at the last minute he came running off the bus. He came back to hug and kiss his mom, winning a $50 bet that she wouldn’t start crying.
Many of William’s friends now have children of their own; many have been named William, in honour of his sensitive, loyal, and loving spirit.
–Written by Ms. Sarah Den Boer ©Project Heroes.
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Warrant Officer Richard Francis Nolan CD, was born in St John’s Newfoundland on July 27th, 1967. He was originally from Mount Pearl, Newfoundland, but had lived in Ontario for the last 20 years. He enrolled in the Canadian Forces on February 12th, 1987 and following infantry training joined the Second Battalion The Royal Canadian Regiment on November 19th of that same year. Rick also served with the Third Battalion before assignment to the First Battalion on December 15th of 2000.
He was a qualified Advanced Reconnaissance Patrolman, Assault Pioneer, Parachutist, and LAV-III crew commander. Rick has completed five operational tours including deployments to Croatia, two tours Bosnia and Herzegovina, and one previous tour to Afghanistan prior to his latest deployment. Most recently, Rick was a r***e platoon second in command serving in C Company as part of Operation Archer in Kandahar, Afghanistan. Both Rick and his wife Kelly were serving six-month stints in Afghanistan, but were not posted to the same part of the country.
Rick was a dedicated soldier, an exceptional leader with huge potential for the future. A meticulous professional with a great sense of humour, Rick was known for his willingness to help anyone in need. He was very well liked and respected by his men, his peers, and superiors.
Rick was described as an adventurous soul who enjoyed riding bulls, and had a strong belief in family values. He was described as a ‘genuine soul’ who took the most pleasure in spending hours playing outside with his three school-aged sons and teenaged stepdaughter.
Predeceased by his father, Richard Joseph Nolan; Richard Francis Nolan is survived by his common-law partner, Kelly Anne Dove, his sons, Richard Ryan, Jamie David and Rodney Thomas, his stepdaughter Kristen, his mother Maureen Agnus Nolan (Evans) Nolan, and his two sisters and their families. He is also deeply missed by his numerous extended family members, friends, and his military family.
–Compiled by Mr. Sean Wilson.
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From Ricky the boy to Rick the dedicated father and soldier, Warrant Officer Richard Francis Nolan is remembered for his dedication to his family, friends and country.
"He made lasting impressions on so many more people in 39 years than many of us could in 100 years," his uncle, Frank Nolan, told the hundreds gathered at the Basilica in St. John's for W.O. Nolan's funeral service.
"Rick, your family loves you, is proud of you and will miss you."
Nolan's devotion to his family was remembered by both his uncle, and his friend, Sgt. Vince Higgins of the First Battalion.
Frank Nolan recalled Rick as a boy who loved drawing, the outdoors, making models and collecting hockey cards. He also joined the Air Cadets and was an entrepreneur, earning money by mowing lawns, shovelling snow and delivering newspapers.
At 19, he joined the Armed Forces. Frank Nolan said his nephew instilled many values in his children, but also spent time with them camping, fishing, riding bikes and ATVs and attending family oriented events like monster truck rallies.
Friends and relatives remember Nolan as dedicated, meticulous and loyal. But he was also a practical joker and a proud Newfoundlander. And he loved his job. Frank Nolan recalled how Nolan and Dove were on the way to a family Christmas dinner last year and stopped along the way to assist at a car accident, staying with the family until help arrived, even though their injuries were not serious.
Sgt. Higgins recalled the love Nolan had for Dove. "Kelly, I'd like you to know how much Rick loved you from the start. There was no greater happiness in his life than what he had for you," Higgins said. "You made his world a better place."
Higgins also told Nolan's children how dedicated their father was to them. Nolan enjoyed fitness and inspired his fellow soldiers to do their best in races and marathons. "We were beating people half our age," he said, crediting Nolan's leadership.
When Nolan earned the rank of Warrant Officer and had command over other soldiers, Higgins said Nolan inspired the utmost respect. "He would not ask them to achieve a standard he would not achieve first. He was a leader among men," Higgins said.
Higgins recalled Nolan earned the moniker "saltwater cowboy" for conquering his fears by riding a bull a couple of times at rodeo. "Friend to friend, you will always be in my heart and never forgotten. Soldier to soldier, God bless."
Capt. Rev. Greg Bailey called Nolan a true hero and a son of Newfoundland. He also commented on Nolan's job as a 'peacekeeper,' a term coined four decades ago in more tranquil times.
"I know that, for some, peacemaking may not fit their understanding of the role of a Canadian soldier," Bailey said. "But I wonder: how can we keep something if it does not exist in the first place? There are situations in which, if you want to keep the peace, you will need to make it first. That's what Rick Nolan and his colleagues were trying to do."
–©️The Western Star – September 5th, 2006.
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Warrant Officer Frank Robert Mellish CD, was born in Truro, Nova Scotia on February 10th, 1968. He enrolled in the Canadian Forces on January 4th, 1989 and, following infantry training joined the First Battalion The Royal Canadian Regiment on the 13th of July of that same year. Frank was assigned to the Canadian Airborne Regiment from August 1992 to June 1994. He was a qualified Advanced Reconnaissance Patrolman, Mortarman, Parachutist, and LAV III crew commander.
He was a decorated soldier who had completed six operational tours including deployments to Cyprus, Croatia, Bosnia and Herzegovina, Kosovo, and to Afghanistan before his latest deployment. Most recently, Frank was serving as a r***e platoon second in command in C Company as part of Operation Archer in Kandahar, Afghanistan.
Frank, a long-time auto racing fan and dedicated soldier, was destined for great advancement within the regiment. He was very intelligent, provided exceptional advice to both superiors and subordinates alike. He was a model soldier for all to follow. He was extremely well liked and respected by his men, his peers, and will be deeply missed by all. He was buried in Summerside, Prince Edward Island.
Personal Statement by Frank Mellish
My name is Warrant Officer Frank Mellish. Son, husband, father, brother, friend, soldier and a "Royal Canadian" and this is my story.
I was born in the small town of Truro, Nova Scotia on February 10th 1968, but I call the greater Summerside area of Prince Edward Island "home". It's been my home since my early childhood, when my Father was posted there with the Royal Canadian Mounted Police.
Prince Edward Island was where I first got my exposure to the military. It was at CFB Summerside where my mother worked as a civilian employee, I was introduced to the Air Cadets. Although I had never heard of the cadets, most of my closest friends from the Boy Scouts were joining as soon as they became old enough, so away I went. The cadet organization had, and still has a grand place in my life.
It was with the Air Cadet Squadron in Summerside, where I met my wife Kendra, herself a daughter of a former cadet. My first son, who now too is in the Air Cadets, was born in Summerside, while my wife was living with her family during my deployment to Somalia. I was thirteen when I joined the Air Cadets. I was 20 when I left the Summerside cadets to join the regular force infantry in 1988.
It was December 1988 in Charlottetown, when I signed the line that sent me around the world. Like everything though, it started small. The first step was to Course 8901 in CFB Cornwallis, the second was onto Basic Infantry at CFB Petawawa. A place I have called "home" as a legal address almost ever since. It has been Petawawa, except for the year in a bit, in London that I have spent this long career.
In July 1989 I was posted to the 1st Battalion (Bn), The Royal Canadian Regiment (1 RCR) located at CFB London. It was with 1 RCR, I would start my world travels. The Bn would take me to the island of Cyprus for my first of many overseas deployments and visits to foreign countries.
The summer of 1990 I married my "Air Cadet Sweetheart", you guessed it, in Summerside with cadets as ushers.
1991 had me back in Petawawa, but this time with the Canadian Airborne Regiment. I would travel to Somalia as part of 3 Commando for my second tour as well as travel the world's extremes. High lights being that of swimming with the sharks off Kenya, to living in a snow cave in the mountains of Norway, to parachuting into Normandy, France for the 50th Anniversary of the "D Day" Invasions.
1 RCR, now located to Petawawa would take me back in 1994 to don the "Blue Beret" again. This trip, I was off to Croatia. This tour, like Somalia, I will forever associate with a birth of a child. My first son being born just days before departing for Somalia, my second son was born just a day after my return home from Croatia.
I have, "been there" and "done that", over the years. Since 1998 I've deployed to Bosnia, Kosovo and Afghanistan. In my time I have been around the world and lived its news headlines. I have been boo-ed and applauded. I have seen death and despair. Seen birth and growth. Lived through horrors and held onto hope. I have witnessed the fall of Communism and the rise of Terrorism.
Regardless of what the future holds, I'll always be proud of what I accomplished and the choices that I've made.
Pro Patria / Airborne!
WO F.R. Mellish
8 Pl, Charles Coy,
1 RCR
December 13, 2005
–©The Military Museums of Calgary, Alberta.
Frank Robert Mellish is survived by his wife Kendra (Stordy), their sons Matthew and Koven, his parents Barry and Sandra Mellish (McNeil), and his sisters Tanya (Dana Schiefer) and Sherry Ryan. He is also dearly missed by his other relatives, friends, and his military family.
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Frank Mellish loved his alone time and even though he was a quiet guy, he got along well with everyone and had many friends. When he spoke it was important. He was also quick witted and extremely intelligent.
Frank loved military history to the point that he began a collection of military memorabilia. The guys used to joke that it was a museum in Frank’s house and he was their go-to guy for military knowledge. He loved everything about the military.
He joined the air cadets at around 12 years old and from then on he was sold on the military ways. He couldn’t see himself doing anything different. His father offered to pay his university or college fees for whatever he chose and he turned him down. The army was his choice.
Frank was extremely loyal and treated everyone equally. He was family oriented, and he always fought for the underdog. Frank was a defender of those in need from a young age, and he didn’t care if he had to go up against someone bigger or smaller than him, he defended those he cared about and those that needed help.
He was very loved and showed love, too. He wasn’t afraid to show affection. He was always hugging.
A complete neat freak; there was never one thing out of place in his room. He couldn’t stand disorder.
His favourite pastime was building models planes or boats. He built an 8-9’ long replica of the HMCS Bonaventure that is now in a museum in Halifax. He also enjoyed collecting NASCAR items.
He and his wife met in the air cadets when they were 13 and 14 years old. They joined the Air Reserves together and then both went on to the military from there.
Frank did seven tours total, including Cypress, Somalia Bosnia, Yugoslavia and Afghanistan.
He left behind his wife Kendra and two sons Matthew & Koven.
Frank has many things named in his memory, and he’s on the cover of a book called “Somali Year.
–Written by Ms. Susan Blackman Abma ©Project Heroes.
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Sgt. Shane Stachnik was born on November 13th, 1975 in Edmonton, Alberta to his parents Hank and Avril Stachnik. He lived in Edmonton the first several years of his life until his family moved to a small acreage 100km northeast, called Waskatenau. It was there that his younger sister Deanna and he grew up.
Shane attended school in Waskatenau until grade nine and then went to high school in Smoky Lake and graduated in 1993. He spent a lot of time working for farmers, doing everything from painting to bailing hay and other fieldwork. After high school he continued to do work for local farmers and also worked north of Athabasca as a slasher on cut lines.
His parents still reside in the area, his father a Tank Truck Driver (retired) and his Mother at the local gas station in the Bakery Department. His sister Deanna married Ben Yent and is a Dental Technician; they now reside in Timmins, Ontario.
Shane started his military service in the reserves at 8 Field Engineer Regiment as a Vehicle Technician in January 1994, enrolling in the Regular Force in January 1995. He completed his QL3 training in October 1995. With only trade’s open in combat arms at that time, he chose the Engineers for a chance to operate different types of equipment and work on different types of construction projects. He was posted to 2 Combat Engineer Regiment in Petawawa, Ontario where he served 11 years of his career.
While serving in 2 CER, Sgt. Stachnik completed three tours to the Former Republic of Yugoslavia (Bosnia) in 1996, 1998 and 2001. He was promoted to the rank of MCpl. in January 2002 and served as a Section Second in Command in both 23 and 24 Field Squadrons. While a member of 24 Field Squadron, he deployed on Operation Athena Roto 0 in 2003 working in Squadron Headquarters.
One of Sgt. Stachnik’s many contributions to the Canadian Forces came during his deployment to Sri Lanka as a member of Canada’s Disaster Assistance Response Team in January of 2005. During this 45-day deployment as Reverse Osmosis Water Purification Unit (ROWPU) Section Commander, he supervised the production of over one million litres of potable water for the local population. He also helped during the 1997 Winnipeg floods.
Sgt. Stachnik was promoted to his current rank of Sergeant in January of 2004. He was posted to 23 Field Squadron as a Field Section Commander and deployed to Operation Archer Roto 3 in August 2006. It was on this fateful tour that he was killed in action during Operation Medusa on September 3rd, 2006.
Shane is remembered as a dedicated leader, always placing the needs of his soldiers before his own. He enjoyed traveling around the world and riding his 2001 Harley Davidson Softail.
He is survived by his parents Hank and Avril Stachnik, his fiancée & common-law spouse Darcy Mitton and his step children Elliott & Samantha Webb and his sister and brother-in-law Ben & Deanna Yent.
Family statement
When you are sorrowful look again in your heart, and you shall see that in truth you are weeping for that which has been your delight.
~Kahlil Gibran~
We Miss you and Love you always Shane
- Your family
–©The Military Museums of Calgary, Alberta.
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"Courage is rightly esteemed the first of human qualities, because it is the quality that guarantees all others." –Winston Churchill
"Greater love hath no man than this, to lay down one's life for one's friends." –John 15:13
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