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looking for. I got on the net and was trying to describe the vehicle. All I
knew was that it was a dirty old yellow cattle truck, and because I had been
on the floor looking up at it, I had seen that it had a fiberglass top to
let the natural light in.
All the cars parked in the area were riddled with rounds-5.56 from the
players, 7.62 from us. There were empty cases all over the road.
One of the blokes from the sangars at the SF base reported that he had
seen somebody running up the disused railway. We couldn't see Jack shit.
A Dog did his casting around and picked up the scent.
The handler said, "Okay, let's go!"
There was myself, the platoon commander who'd come out of the SF base,
the dog handler and his mutt, and two other blokes, and off we went. It was
a very tense time. It was our job to protect the dog handler, and at the
same time we didn't know what the hell was up there. Was somebody behind
cover, waiting to fire?
We ran across fields. There was an old pig hut at the top of a hill,
and the dog got agitated. The dog handler said, "We've got something here."
"He's got to be inside," said the platoon commander.
The dog handler stayed where he was, and the other fellows stayed to
protect him as the rupert (officer) and I started to move up toward the
shack.
The officer shouted, "Any fucker in there, get out now! Otherwise we
are coming in for you!"
Nothing happened.
He turned to me and said, "Right, when you're ready, get in there."
I thought, Oh, good one, delegation of tasks.
We'd done plenty of FIBUA (fighting in built-up areas) in training, but
this was for real. I put my weapon in the shoulder, flicked off the safety
catch, took a deep breath, kicked the door open, and went for it. The shack
was empty.
We cast around with the dog, but it was getting nothing. By the time we
got back down into the town, the incident had been contained.
The area had been cordoned off, and all the forensic people had.arrived
and were doing their stuff. There was activity everywhere, sirens blaring,
helicopter rattling overhead.
As the colonel arrived with his team, we heard on the radio that a body
and two wounded had been dropped off at Monaghan Hospital in the south. The
boy had taken rounds. Two others had gunshot wounds.
Everybody around the area who had radios was going, "Yes!
Well done! Good shit!"
A few days later we learned what had happened. The cattle truck and a
Ford Granada had driven into that side of Keady. The people in the Ford
Granada got out and were going to get into this cattle truck and then drive
past the other patrol to the north and drop as many as they could, then
carry on driving over the border.
When the contact was initiated, it must have been very confusing for
them. The player who was firing at me was also trying to give information to
his team. As they got into the cattle truck, they were firing from a step
that gave them higher elevation, and what they would have seen was Dave's
patrol about two hundred meters away, moving through the river. Dave's