Barrington was a rifleman from 6SAI, Foxtrot Company, Platoon 4 and was a pleasant well mannered and popular chap. As company signal officer I was in transit and detached to this platoon on that fateful rainy night. The platoon was in position for an ambush set up to stop insurgency from the north. Shortly before nightfall I received orders from HQ advising that we should expect insurgents from the south, I questioned the commanding officer and got my worst tongue lashing ever in the process, stupid engelsman etc. I conveyed this information to the platoon commander. During the night there was heavy rainfall, in order to relieve himself Barrington walked out of the ambush position in a sotherly direction, on his return to his position and in the pouring rain a comrade mistakingly shot him. Platoon 4 comprised the youngest group of men who were exposed to the most amount of contacts during our 18 months on the border, as a result of this they were quick on the trigger. This incident had a severe impact on morale not to mention the poor chap who pulled the trigger, he unfortunately had to accompany Barrington in a helicopter whilst travelling with Barrington alongside him. The spirit of Foxtrot Company and the bonds between the men of the company strenghthened, we were brothers.