The Adventures of Major Dave

For the last twenty years, ever since he got out of prison, Major Dave Fulton has been on a mission from god. He ministered to inmates at prisons in the UK. He moved to Gambia West Africa to work as the christian chaplain to the military, which is 90 percent Muslim. In Gambia he befriends and helps people of all colors, ages, nationalities and religions. He has been very kind to me, as has his family. Many Gambians work with him and appreciate the partnership and fellowship he provides. He goes to naming ceremonies, weddings, funerals and everything in between. There he will speak, minister, hand out a little cash, lend someone a hand, whatever is necessary. He visits the inmates in prison, many of whom he befriends and lets stay with him when they get out. "Dave's transitional housing unit". Then he lends them money to help them start businesses such as farming. He appreciates people who work hard, are honest, and committed. Every Sunday he holds church service at his house and has bible studies every week. He and his wife give out money, buy medicine, help people in the neighborhood with school supplies...he adopted a Gambian baby who needed a father...one time he delivered a baby by C section in the bush but the mother died in childbirth. The baby needed medical care so he payed for the baby to go to an expensive medical clinic in Dakar. He has helped Gambians get visas to the UK, which is difficult. I rarely hear him complain. He gave me permission to share his life story as a testimony to how god can can change a mans life...now let me just say, i could write alot more about the good stuff he has done...but you know how it is: we like all the juicy gossip about the bad boys...

58 year old Dave started his career as a criminal by getting a good old fashioned British military training. It was there that Dave says he learned everything he needed to know about robbing armored trucks, along with becoming an expert in small arms and hand to hand combat. Rule of thumb: run from a knife, charge a gun. Before he started armored car robberies, and after graduating from the military school of mayhem and destruction, he fought in Africa as a mercenary soldier. Yes, those were the days. You had righteous rebel armies trying to overthrow despotic tyrants running some countries on the one hand, and you had nice democratic governments trying to prevent military coups and traitorous insurgents from overrunning the palace on the other hand . Which ever side was the good side, Dave fought for them, for the fee of many thousand of British pounds sterling. You know, Mugabe in Zimbabwe, Angola, Mozambique...it was popping off all over. Dave only got shot twice and lived to tell the tale...but you should have seen the other guys. Or not. Bottom line: Dave's side always won. His reputation grew. Eventually Satan attempted to recruit him to overthrow the kingdom of god but Dave said NO WAY! Wrong side buddy! Dave decided that mercenary soldiering was a crap shoot and wasn't paying enough so one day he parked his car in the woods in England, rode his bike to where an armored car was parked, put a gun in the ear of the driver, got inside the vehicle and said: drive. He'd dyed his hair and put cottons balls in his mouth to make his voice sound muffled. Dave made the kidnap victim drive to where his getaway car was parked, tied him up in the back, unloaded the money into his car, drove far away to a pay phone, called the police to go rescue the poor tied up armored car guy, and went to the bar to down a few cold ones. Scotch whiskey that is. He loves Scotch whiskey. He's a Scotsman. William Wallace and all that.

Next he figured out a clever to way to steal a fancy sailboat without anyone finding out for months. He painted over the name and used the registration papers from another boat to sail from the UK, with the loot, all the way across the Mediterranean sea, through the Suez canal, and down the east coast of Africa to the tiny remote tropical paradise Indian ocean island nation of...the Seychelles. After he played robin hood with the cash for awhile and spent it all, he went back to the UK to steal some more money from the armored cars. He did it about 5 times, and each time he got about 10 million pounds, which is worth 20 million USA dollars today. Ten million in the roaring 70's was like 30 or 40 mil today. The sixth time he robbed a car he had a struggle with the driver and ended up shooting him in the leg, and fortunately the guy lived.

Dave was lucky to go to prison for only 4 odd years. In his mid 30's, while in prison, he found the lord, or the lord found him. As proof of the lords power, Dave says he quit smoking for life the minute the prison chaplain prayed over him. After smoking 60 cigarettes a day for like 20 years. When he got out of prison he married a lovely young English woman and began his walk with the lord in the great outside, which didn't stop him for stealing just a wee bit more cash now and again. Old habits die hard. Despite his brushes with the law, the British military recognized his extraordinary skills and let him back in the service to be a special operations type guy. For example, after President Qaddafi bombed the plane over Lockerbie Scotland, he was sent as part of an international strike force to go in under cover and destroy a Libyan military installation. Suffice it to say, the other guys lost. But after a bit of this covert black ops James Bond style saving the day for queen and country Dave said: screw it! and drove his family across the Saraha desert. Then one day they moved to Gambia...

Recently Dave was preaching up river at a little village outpost and the people didn't like his presence so they started throwing rocks at him. He ran but got bruised in the leg and got a broken toe. All part of a days work.

That's just a bit of the story, the adventures of Major Dave.