yet. It was so dark out there in the fields, and the maize was so thick, that all I could see was the flash of their weapons pointing towards me when they shot at us. What made it worse was that the flashes seemed to be getting brighter and brighter, which could only mean the Tali were getting closer and closer.
Out of nowhere, a lightning flash from one oftheirrocket-propelledgrenades streaked across the sky. It headed straight towards us. Some of the lads yelled out, ‘RPG!’ but none of us needed the warning; we were already taking cover. After a rocket flash, there was always a couple of seconds of nothing, then boom … you never knew where it was going to hit. Or whether, that time around, it was going to be you.
I got lucky. The rocket hit some rocks about ten metres away from where I was crouched down. I waited a couple of seconds, then gotthe weapon back onto my shoulder, ready to fire again. Out of the corner of my eye, I saw Toki do the same. Even though he was only a couple of metres away, he needed to yell above the sound of the Apache attack helicopters overhead.
‘Briggsy, they’re closing in on the left. They’re nearly on top of us. Move up on the parapet. Go!’
I did what I was told. Toki was my corporal, and when he told you to do something, you did it. He was a big giant of a man from Fiji. Cool, calm, with the world’s flattest nose and hands like shovels. He’d joined the army to make his fortune, he told us. That was a laugh. He’d be hard-pushed on what they paid us. But I was glad he was my boss. I liked him. Even though he was in charge of our patrol, it still felt like he was one of us.
I ran up to the top of the parapet to join Si and Flash. I could hear the Taliban hollering and shouting at us from the other side of the mud wall. They were obviously closing in, but I still couldn’t see a thing out there.
Si gobbed in the mud before he spoke, ‘Mate, where are they? I can’t see a thing!’
I caught a glimpse of three dark shapes moving left to right across the open ground.‘There. Look! Half left.’ I started to fire, then Si and Flash joined in. The Tali were getting a bit too close for comfort, but I still wasn’t scared. I had a big, fat SA80 rifle in my hands, plus I had new mates.
Si was one of them. He had white blond hair and a face full of zits that he couldn’t stop squeezing. His crew-cut made him look harder than he actually was. He was only a year older than me and was already married to some Polish bird. He came from Liverpool or somewhere like that. He must have done as he sounded just like the curly-haired scouse geezer in Hollyoaks .
‘Mate, you’re right. They’re heading for our bit of wall by the looks of it.’ His voice rose higher as he realized quite how close they’d got.
Flash reloaded his weapon with a fresh thirty-round mag without looking down. We all needed to stay focused on the darkness for any sign of movement. ‘Keep switched on, Briggsy. They’re trying to take one of us alive. They’ve been trying for weeks now … let’s make sure we don’t let them.’
There was a muzzle flash about twenty metres in front of us. We all gave it a five-round burst. The Taliban didn’t fire back. All the same, all three of us kept on firing into the darkness to make sure they never would.
Flash was another mate in my patrol. He was called Flash only because he wasn’t. He was much older than the rest of us, even older than my mum, I think, but he was sound. His hair was totally grey and he had a chin big enough to balance a mug of tea on. All he needed was a dance partner and he’d be Bruce Forsyth’s longlost twin brother.
Flash was in the Territorial Army, so of course all the patrol gave him a hard time for being a part-time soldier. Even I, the new boy, was allowed to join in. He came from way up north, near some big car factory. They’d made him redundant and then he’d lost his house. So with a wife and two boys older than me, he
Out of nowhere, a lightning flash from one oftheirrocket-propelledgrenades streaked across the sky. It headed straight towards us. Some of the lads yelled out, ‘RPG!’ but none of us needed the warning; we were already taking cover. After a rocket flash, there was always a couple of seconds of nothing, then boom … you never knew where it was going to hit. Or whether, that time around, it was going to be you.
I got lucky. The rocket hit some rocks about ten metres away from where I was crouched down. I waited a couple of seconds, then gotthe weapon back onto my shoulder, ready to fire again. Out of the corner of my eye, I saw Toki do the same. Even though he was only a couple of metres away, he needed to yell above the sound of the Apache attack helicopters overhead.
‘Briggsy, they’re closing in on the left. They’re nearly on top of us. Move up on the parapet. Go!’
I did what I was told. Toki was my corporal, and when he told you to do something, you did it. He was a big giant of a man from Fiji. Cool, calm, with the world’s flattest nose and hands like shovels. He’d joined the army to make his fortune, he told us. That was a laugh. He’d be hard-pushed on what they paid us. But I was glad he was my boss. I liked him. Even though he was in charge of our patrol, it still felt like he was one of us.
I ran up to the top of the parapet to join Si and Flash. I could hear the Taliban hollering and shouting at us from the other side of the mud wall. They were obviously closing in, but I still couldn’t see a thing out there.
Si gobbed in the mud before he spoke, ‘Mate, where are they? I can’t see a thing!’
I caught a glimpse of three dark shapes moving left to right across the open ground.‘There. Look! Half left.’ I started to fire, then Si and Flash joined in. The Tali were getting a bit too close for comfort, but I still wasn’t scared. I had a big, fat SA80 rifle in my hands, plus I had new mates.
Si was one of them. He had white blond hair and a face full of zits that he couldn’t stop squeezing. His crew-cut made him look harder than he actually was. He was only a year older than me and was already married to some Polish bird. He came from Liverpool or somewhere like that. He must have done as he sounded just like the curly-haired scouse geezer in Hollyoaks .
‘Mate, you’re right. They’re heading for our bit of wall by the looks of it.’ His voice rose higher as he realized quite how close they’d got.
Flash reloaded his weapon with a fresh thirty-round mag without looking down. We all needed to stay focused on the darkness for any sign of movement. ‘Keep switched on, Briggsy. They’re trying to take one of us alive. They’ve been trying for weeks now … let’s make sure we don’t let them.’
There was a muzzle flash about twenty metres in front of us. We all gave it a five-round burst. The Taliban didn’t fire back. All the same, all three of us kept on firing into the darkness to make sure they never would.
Flash was another mate in my patrol. He was called Flash only because he wasn’t. He was much older than the rest of us, even older than my mum, I think, but he was sound. His hair was totally grey and he had a chin big enough to balance a mug of tea on. All he needed was a dance partner and he’d be Bruce Forsyth’s longlost twin brother.
Flash was in the Territorial Army, so of course all the patrol gave him a hard time for being a part-time soldier. Even I, the new boy, was allowed to join in. He came from way up north, near some big car factory. They’d made him redundant and then he’d lost his house. So with a wife and two boys older than me, he
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