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"A lot of people within the squadrons use different ids," said the DS.
"You can get a rough idea of where ai you are on some high feature by using
an altimeter, for example, but at the end of the day it all boils down to a
map, a compass, and pacing."
We did a lot of live firing drills in what were called jungle lanes.
The DS would pick an area along a river and turn it into a range. We would
then. practice patrolling along, as individuals to start with, looking for
the targets. We'd be moving along tactically; all of a sudden the DS would
pun a wire and a target would go up.
. "You're there for a task," they said, "the majority of time as a
small group of men. If you bump into something, you don't know what it is.
For all you know, it could be the forward recce of a much larger group. If
you're not there to fight, the idea is to put a maximum amount of fire down
and get the hell out, so you can carry on with your job."
The ranges were great. I'd never done anything like it before in the
infantry. It wouldn't be allowed in the normal army; it would be seen as too
dangerous. Yet the only way to get the proper level of realism and test
people in this close environment was to use live ammunition.
We did single-man jungle lanes, where we'd be patrolling as if we were
the lead scout. When it was my Turn, I found my body was all tensed up; I
walked with the butt in the shoulder, trying so hard to look for the LatgcL,
picking my feet up to make sure I didn't trip over.
Suddenly I heard "Stop!"
What have I done now?
"Look right."
I looked right and found I'd just walked past the target. I hadn't seen
it. Tuning in was so important.
"Right, come back and start again."
Next time, when I saw it, I reacted.
Then we did it in pairs. We lay in a dip in the ground with the DS
while he gave us a scenario. "You are part of a ten-man fighting patrol. You
got bumped in an ambush and everybody split up. Now you're trying to make it
back to your own area. You're moving along the line of this river. Any
questions? Carry on in your own time."
"I'll go lead scout first," I said to Mal.
We moved along, me playing the lead scout, Mal playing the man behind.
It was really hard to see these targets. Sometimes they'd be ones that
popped up; sometimes they were just sitting there. I stopped by a tree, got
down, had a look forward as far as I could; then I moved again. Mal was
behind me, doing his own thing.
I went along the track and spotted a small bit of dead ground about ten
meters ahead. As I approached it, I just saw the top of a small target.
Straightaway I got the rounds down.
"Contact front! Contact front!"
I kept on firing; Mal stepped off to the right and opened up. As soon
as I heard him, I turned around, saw him to my left-hand side, and screamed
past him. A couple of meters on I turned again and fired. He then turned and
ran, stopped, and fired. I turned and went off to the right-hand side and
down to the riverbank.
"Rally! Rally! Rally! Rally! Rally!"