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happened, and said, "Sorry, sir, we didn't see anything."
The bloke with the sore forehead had a badly injured mate outside on a
trolley. Pat and a nurse were asked to get him into a lift and take him up
to have surgery.
While the boy was lying on the stretcher, he was giving the nurse a
hard time, calling her a slag and yelling that everyone was a wanker.
So Pat put the lift on hold and said, "Look, sunshine, let me read your
horoscope.
You're dying. If we don't get you up the top there, you'll check out
for sure. The lift's stopped. If you don't shut your gab, I'll just keep you
here. So can I take it that we have detente?"
Members of the Regiment hold life as dear as anybody else. During one
operation a team had been off somewhere doing their stuff. They stopped
after a firefight and were clearing the area when they came across a young
member of the opposition. He was shot in the legs and in a bad way. Rather
than bug out, they stopped, used their own medical equipment, which they
might be needing themselves the next day, to stabilize him, and got him onto
their vehicle. Then they went out of the area of the task to reach an LS
where a helicopter could come in and casevac him.
A fellow called Billy was watching Hereford play football one Saturday
when one of the players swallowed his own tongue. Billy saw what was going
on, jumped onto the pitch and did the necessary and saved the player's
life-and then ran off pretty sharpish to avoid attention. He was very
annoyed afterward about missing the match.
I found people were extremely careful to preserve life and limb perhaps
because they understood the dangers more. It was a wonder to me the kids of
some Regiment blokes could go anywhere, their dads were so protective.
But then, maybe they understood dangers that other people didn't,
because they'd seen the consequences.
When a person is hit by a car at 30 mph, he gets thrown in the air, his
body gets shattered; chances were the dad had seen some of that, and it made
him more aware of everyday dangers, not just danger in the military context.
it seemed that as soon as I got back from somewhere, I was getting
ready to go away again. To all intents and purposes Debbie and I were living
separate existences.
She said to me, "What exactly are we doing with our lives? Even when
you come back, you disappear straight downtown."
I said, "It'll be all right-it's just a busy time. Look, I'm going away
for another three months soon. When I get back, we'll sort ourselves out."
There was nothing those relate people could have taught me about running a
marriage.
The three-month trip to Oman was a whole squadron effort to practice
desert warfare. I was really excited; there were strong Regiment links with
the area, and because most of the squadron had been to the Middle East
before, I felt that at least when this one was over, we'd be speaking the
same language.
The Regiment was founded in the desert in the Second World War and had
operated in Oman for many years.
The principles hadn't changed: moving with vehicles, navigating, using
special tactics and fieldcraft for that type of terrain. It was still all