War Torn by Andy McNab, Kym Jordan Read Free Book Online Page B

Some were dressed and ready to go, others were leaving their tents with their boots on the wrong feet, grabbing their weapons, pulling on their helmets, but they all knew where they were going and what they were doing.

Battle-hardened, Dave thought enviously, as he tried to organize his own comatose men. Compared with A Company, they were like headless chickens.

‘Get your body armour on!’ he yelled as lads jumped to their feet and, forgetting they were still inside their sleeping bags, tumbled to the ground. Two men laid claim to one pile of webbing and started arguing.

‘For Chrissake, shitheads!’ Dave shouted. ‘Helmets, boots, body armour but get out of your sleeping bags first. Then straight to your fucking positions.’

He might as well have been telling them to go straight to the moon, although they had all been given their stand-to positions in case of attack by the boss yesterday.

The air smelled of cordite. Another RPG landed almost exactly where the first had. And 1 Platoon were still at the Vectors messing with their boot laces.

By the time everyone was in the place with their weapons, the order to stand down was being shouted.

‘You were a fat lot of fucking use, tossers,’ Dave overheard A Company muttering. ‘Better sharpen up a bit.’

Dave’s lads looked boyish and confused as they made safe their weapons, gathered up magazines and straightened their bodies. The Officer Commanding A Company appeared, checking out the damage with his second i/c. A sandbagged area of the FOB had been badly hit.

‘We’ll leave R Company to sort that,’ the outgoing OC told Boss Weeks cheerfully.

Nobody wanted the contact to prevent A Company from going. The FOB was too crowded. CSM Kila had to break up a fight between one of the ginger lads in 2 Section who had sneaked into the cookhouse and an A Company Royal Engineer who had called the infantry platoon a bunch of ginger mingers. Finally, to everyone’s relief, it was announced that A Company would be leaving at 1600 hours.

1 Platoon spent a sweaty day filling sandbags and remaking walls.

‘Been swimming, mate?’ a passing A Company engineer asked Billy Finn. The Lance Corporal wore only a pair of shorts and sandals. His wiry body was running with sweat. His face was bright red from his exertions and because he had failed to use any sun block.

He tried to reply but his mouth was so dry he had to take a swig of water first.

‘You’ll get used to the heat,’ the engineer said.

‘Since you’re used to it already, fancy lending a hand?’ Finn croaked.

The engineer shook his head. ‘If I had a quid for every sandbag I’ve filled, I’d be a fucking millionaire.’ He was going home. He couldn’t wipe the grin off his face. ‘My body’s here, mate, but in my mind I’m already cuddled up with a nice curvy bird.’

At 1545, when people were already starting to imagine they heard the distant thud of Chinooks, A Company vacated their tents. Dave’s platoon rushed in and grabbed their cots and started to hang up their posters.

‘Oh, Christ . . .’ Angus McCall watched Mal attaching a picture to the tent rails by his cot. ‘I thought she was all mine.’

He held up an identical photograph.

‘She was waiting for me in
Nuts
,’ Mal said. ‘Your girl must be her twin sister.’

The air was thick with the thunder of helicopter rotors and suddenly the rest of R Company were streaming into the base.

Dave didn’t greet them. His first words were: ‘Brought the mail bag?’

They’d been away from the UK for well over a week now,training in the comparative luxury of Camp Bastion before leaving for Sin City. He knew that, consciously or unconsciously, everyone was waiting for their letters. It was important to distribute them as rapidly as possible.

When he went over to the sangars to where Sol and Angus were on stag, he saw two bottles of urine and a condom beneath the tower.

‘I reckon the condom must be something to do with Emily,