Brigadier Donald Nott wrote of him:
"May I please add a few more personal words to the memory of Robin Tuckey. Because we served in different Battalions I did not meet him until 1937 on my return from India and when he was Adjutant of the 1st Battalion in Aldershot. And what a fine Adjutant he was! A fair and strict disciplinarian, immaculately turned out, who tolerated nothing shoddy or second best.
He was bitterly disappointed that he never had the opportunity of operational command in World War II: and so were all those who knew his qualities and natural gift of Command.
But it was as a fellow P.O.W. that I got to know him best. You can't live literally cheek by jowl with somebody for nearly three years without getting to know how he ticks. In spite of the inevitable mental and physical attrition he showed his great strength of character, especially when as Senior British Officer at various camps, he had to deal with and so stoutly stood up to Italian and German Camp Commandants.
For him there were no shades of right and wrong; he was uncompromising. He despised pomposity and beaurocracy: he deflated the former and fought tooth and nail the latter.
But he was a kind and generous man with a splendid sense of humour who could make a most devasting remark with a very straight face but with a small twinkle in the eye. Alas, in latter months the twinkle appeared less frequently as his health declined.
We often shot together, both at home and abroad. It was a pleasure to shoot with such a
good and unselfish shot who got more satisfaction from a single difficult bird than a score of sitters.' He has passed on these attributes to his son, Ian.
"Tuke" will be sadly missed by all his friends and he will be remembered for his true and warm friendship and his honest-to-God integrity which more could well emulate in this modern society. A good man and true. Our hearts go out to Isobel and the family."