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dickheads, prowling around right up close to the trees.
"When you get into your tactical L.U.P," the DS said, "you put up a
hammock-as low as possible, so your arse is just a couple of inches off the
ground-and fix up a poncho above you. If you've got to sleep on the floor,
you've got to sleep on the floor, but why do that if you've got the means
not to? When you do get up in the morning, you're more effective if you
haven't been bitten to bits during the night and you've had a good chance to
get some sleep. You're more refreshed and better able to go and do the
task."
Some people took biwi bags with them, he said. As well as keep the rain
off, it kept the dry clothing dry; the wet clothing would just stay outside
and get soaking wet anyway, that was no problem. If we could keep ourselves
well maintained and free of embuggerances, the better tactically we would
be. There was nothing 'soft about it. We were told it was far more sensible
than playing the he-man and ending up being effective for about two and a
half minutes.
"People live in the jungle for months at a time like this, with no
adverse effects at all. In fact it's a wonderful environment; it's far
better than any other environment you've got to operate in because you've
got everything there.
You've got food if you need it, you've got continuous supplies of
water, you've got cover, the weather's good, you don't have to worry about
the elements-everything you need is there. So why go against it?
Just switch on, and keep -as comfortable as you can when you can."
We got all our injections done and filled in more documentation.
I was delighted; I felt it somehow meant we were starting to get
further into the system.
The atmosphere was changing slightly, becoming slowly more sociable. I
was careful it didn't give me a false sense of security, however. it was
easy to forget that I could still be binned, that they were still seeing if
they wanted me in their gang or not. There were months and months to go, and
trying to make an impression on a DS over a cup of tea wasn't going to get
anyone anywhere.
All the drills we were learning, we were told, were based on actual
experience, things that had gone right, things that had gone wrong.
We practiced contact drills. The task of the Regiment in the jungle was
not to go out and start shooting people; it was to go out to get
information, come back, then go back again with other people or a bigger
force.
"During the Malayan days," said one of the DS, a veteran himself, "a
lot of the four-man patrols got through enemy ambushes without the ambush
being initiated simply because the people manning the ambush thought,
There's the recce group; let's wait for the main group to come through."
There was still lots of physical training. They'd beast us about in the
gym, but I found it enjoyable because there was no discipline.
There didn't need to be: If we didn't want to be there, we were at
liberty to walk. Nobody hassled us about the rooms, but we kept them clean
anyway, because that was what was expected of us. I loved it; it was a
really wonderful atmosphere.
At this stage the only areas we were allowed into were the training