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on the floor and is lying on top of you, it's going to be very difficult to
get up again."
He pointed at Tiny and said, "If he's on top of me, all I'm going to do
is bite his nose off, and run like fuck."
We learned how to use our weapons while being pushed against a wall or
into a corner, or in a lift, or closed in on by a group of people. We
learned how to use the weapon just as it came out of the holster; you don't
need to be in a full on-the-range shooting position, just close enough to
know you're going to hit what you're firing at.
It has to be well practiced, however, if you don't want to land up
shooting yourself. By the end of the session we were wet with sweat and
covered with dirt and dust. For the others it was revision, but I was
learning all this for the first time and really enjoying it.
We learned how to get out of situations where people were aiming a
pistol at us at close quarters. In the films I was used to seeing people
with a pistol about a foot away from somebody, and they're saying, "If you
move, I'm going to shoot you." In fact it's very simple: You just slap it
out of the way and drop them. It's only got to move six inches and you're
out of the line of aim. Even if they fire, it's going to miss. "Bang it out
of the way," Mick said, "then use speed and aggression to get him down, get
hold of the pistol, and decide whether you're going to shoot him with it or
run."
This phase included a lot of 'ap-slapping live on the range, where
people would come up behind us, say, "Get your hands up!" and we had to
fight our way out of it to a position where we were using them as cover and
we were doing the firing.
After a few days everybody was covered in bruises, lumps, and bumps. We
moved on to the next stage, which was learning how to fight and shoot at the
same time. We might be in a very closed environment but want to shoot some
of the people around us.
We might be in a shopping area, so we'd have to push people out of the
way, maneuvering our way around them. We had to be looking for our targets,
holding people down, yet still be firing.
It might be that we were getting pushed around by a group of blokes.
They're not exactly sure who we are at the moment, but we've decided we're
not going to fight and go. This would be a terrorist situation, not just a
couple of pissheads coming out of the pub looking for trouble. We'd have to
decide when to draw our pistols and take these people down.
. ' . 'People who flap get killed," Mick said. "Make a decision about
what you're going to do, every time. If you don't, you're going to die."
He told us about a member of the Regiment who was operating in
Londonderry. He had a job on where he had to go into a place called the
Shantello, a large housing estate. He was on his own, wearing his pistol in
the front of his trousers. As he was walking along, three players came out
and began to follow him-not because they knew what he was, but simply
because he was somebody strange they had seen getting out of a car and
walking down one of the alleyways.
As he neared the end of the alleyway, they came up behind him and gave
him a push. The moment he felt it, he started to roll: "If you get pushed,
you don't fall own on your knees; as soon as you feel that push, you know