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shouting to be heard above the wind rush.
I was trying to keep the car as stable as possible as it sped along so
that the fire could be accurate.
"Faster, faster, we're going to lose him!"
We were gagging on cordite fumes. The wind howled through gaps in the
glass with weird whistling noises.
Everybody was shouting.
By now Ken and his gang had got back into their wreck of a car and were
moving toward the contact.
"Bravo is trying to back you, India."
We were starting to lose him.
"He's going left, he's going left!"
I could see the turning and had to slow down to make sure I could get
around. By now we had Bravo backing us. We screamed left on the wrong side
of the road that went under the motorway. Suddenly there were roads leading
everywhere. We drove. down a steep right-hand bend shouting, "Where the fuck
are they?"
Ken got on the net. "You take the first option right; I'll take the
second option left. Let's sort this out!"
We started turning into the little roads. Every time we saw somebody we
stopped and shouted, "Where's the van? Have you seen the van?"
"That's first option right cleared."
"Roger that."
"Check the next option left."
"Roger that."
In my mind I knew we'd lost them now, but we had to go through the
motions. They could be anywhere. Al was halfway to Dungannon; he'd pulled
off the road and was waiting.
By now the whole community was out looking to see what was happening.
All they saw was two cars screaming around with no windows and weapons
sticking out of them.
Everyone was severely pissed off. Bravo had taken hits; we had fired
back without results, apart from the fact that none of us was dead. Al and
the target weren't shot, and there were no injuries. A success is doing the
job and everybody coming back alive. If a task was technically a success but
we had a man down, then to me that would be a failure.
Al Slater did his job well that day. He knew that he was going to be
part of the target and that to survive, he'd have to take on the threat on
his own, as well as look after the U.D.R man. And all the time he'd have to
stick with the attackers, until everybody else could get up with him and
take them on.
"You're all wankers," he said to us that night. "I can't see what the
problem was. I had a lovely drive into Dungannon."
What Al did showed a lot of bottle and he got the MM for it, but he was
doing it because it was his job. It had nothing to do with Queen and
country. He wouldn't have looked at it and said, "Hell, this is exciting."
He would just have thought, I need to sort my shit out for this one. The
fact that there was a possibility of dying wouldn't have particularly
worried him. If it had, he'd have been in a different line of work.
Everybody took a job like this extremely seriously. We were talking