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As the van came toward him, there was a boy on the front seat firing
through the windscreen. Both vehicles swerved, and Ken came to a screeching
halt.
The only bangs that happened were the gunfire from the van. The boy was
firing at the car as it approached.
They started to take rounds into the windscreen; everyone ducked down
as both vehicles missed each other by inches. As the van passed, firing came
from the back All three Regiment blokes went to roll out of their vehicle
and start firing. They wouldn't have enough time to turn it around. They
were taking incoming; it took the back window out and the boys were now
firing out of the hole. The best thing was to get out of the way of the
vehicle, because that was going to take the majority of the shots.
Ken shouted: "Get out! Get out!"
Eno was in the back, firing away, waiting for the others to get out so
he could follow.
Ken had put on his seat belt as the intention had been to have a major
crash and take these boys on. In fact it'll saved his life.
Eno, the unflappable, was still putting rounds through the back window.
He fired nice threeround bursts; all he needed'was one of the twenty
cigarettes that he smoked every day and he'd have looked like he was having
a day out on the range. Ken opened his door and started to get out but was
restrained by his belt. -In that instant the door took three or four rounds,
just where he would have been standing.
All three were out now, and Ken was on the net giving directions to the
rest of the troop. The other two were still firing at the van.
"Contact, contact, contact! That's the van still going straight, that's
at the crossroads-India acknowledge."
"India, we have it, wait out."
As soon as we heard that the van was racing down, we screamed around
and started driving fast toward the roundabout. Everybody already had his
gloves on. Now they started putting their goggles on, too; they knew we were
going to start firing through the car.
We could see Ken's car, Bravo, facing us. The boys were starting to
sort themselves out and get back in the car. The yellow van was moving off
fast. Ken was going to turn around and back us. I put my foot down hard on
the floor.
We got in range of the van and opened up on it.
T . he front passenger uses his legs to push himself back against his
seat for support as he fires. One of the back men leans between him and the
driver and fires through the windscreen.
One boy was firing from the front seat, another from the back.
The barrel of his HK53 was right next to me.
As the 5.56 Armalite rounds went off, my whole body shuddered.
There was a fearsome burst of flame from the muzzle each time, and it
was scorching me. My eyes clenched up involuntarily with each round.
Our windscreen had crazed with the first round, but being safety glass,
it didn't cave in. I had to lean over to the right-hand side so I could see
through a good patch.
We drove toward the van.
There was glass everywhere; my hands were bleeding; everyone was