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May you rest in peace Dana.
And Linda
Frank was being shouted at again, you would have thought that
every soldier was deaf or something. He did not understand
what this sergeant was shouting about, or actually what he was
saying to him only three inches from his ear, it was just a
thundering booming of a noise, but all the same Frank said
Suh, the nominal answer to an order.
It was the morning muster Parade when the sergeant saw
some stubble on the bottom of his cheek. The forever daily
inspection done first thing in the morning of every day, what a
bore even more so for an eight year served soldier.
Frank had been in the army for eight of the nine year
contract he had with them, and then it was bye, bye as far as he
was concerned. He felt that he had earnt his shilling and done
his job well, with the exception of a couple of bits of trouble,
where he lost his stripes.
It was a bit like coming home, back to the old barracks
where he had done his basic training as an infantry man first
and then a guardsman second and was then posted to Pirbrigtht
Barracks, Surrey, not far from Guildford, now he was there
again he hoped for his basic training on how to become a
bodyguard, driver to VIPs. He had done his time as a
guardsman, and all of the marching about for the tourists, now
he was ready to take it a bit easy, so he applied. Twice he had
been a corporal and twice he had been busted, but the rank
would come back because he was a brilliant soldier.
As a driver bodyguard his duties would be minimal, more
so the fact that he would be taxiing around the top dogs,
Brigadiers upwards. His only concern was that he only had a
year left to serve so would the army train him up for just a
years service. It would be one hell of a job to put on a C.V.
when he needed it though.
He had an interview with his Battalion Commander, who
gave him a very good commendation for the job, that went a
long way and now it was up to him. He had passed all of the
chit chats and was now about to start the hands on type of
training.
While sitting in the NAFFI that evening he found an old
friend from his regiment.
Well Ill be blowed, Peter, how the hell are you doing,
mate? Long time, no see.
Peter was just as surprised, For fucks sake mate, it was a
year ago out in ganners.
Thats right after that contact with the Taliban in that
shitty little hut that they all went into.
Franks mind returned to that day in Afghanistan, they had
plenty of action and indeed lost their share of good men, but
this one action seemed to be strange from the beginning, well
more like a learning curve really.
They were walking down what the Afghanis called a
street, it was a sand track really and they were patrolling as per
the book; five guys down either side of the street and at least
ten yards apart. At the end of the street was a small sandy
coloured shack of a house. An entrance was central to the front
wall and it had a small window either side with a flat straw
roof. The patrol watched as at least six Afghanis men made
their way to and then into the house. The patrol ignored them
and carried on searching the street.