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I thought: I've passed! There was no way I was going to fail combat
survival.
"Right then, fuck off. Everybody except McNab and Forbes. The training
major wants you to stay behind."
What was this about) Everybody-else left, a'nd the training major spoke
to Forbes, the rupert, about officers' responsibilities and the extra duties
he'd have to do.
Then he said, "Right, McNab, do you know why I've got you here?"
"No, I haven't got a clue."
"You've passed. The only problem is, you've got to fucking watch
yourself."
"Why's that?"
"We've got you down as gabby. just listen to what people have got to
say and take it in. Don't gab off."
As I walked from the lecture room, I couldn't work it out; I'd tried so
hard to be the gray man. Then I remembered the incident with the explosives.
I should have just shut up and taken the bollocking and let it go. But like
an idiot, I hadn't. Luckily the training team had obviously made the
decision that although I was a gabby git, I'd got what they wanted and just
needed to be told to wind my neck in.
Which I did. Fucking right I did.
telephoned Debbie as soon as I found out I'd passed.
She was excited; I was excited. The only obstacle now, I said, was
three weeks of combat survival, and there was no way I was going to fail
that.
The feelings and thoughts I'd had about her in the jungle had
evaporated as soon as I was back in the UK; I was firmly back in selfish
mode. She'd kept her job because if I failed, I'd be going back to Germany
for a while, but I didn't ask her how she was getting on; it was all me, me,
me.
By now there were eight of us left: myself, George, the Royal Engineer,
a Household Cavalry officer, a para, two signalers, a gunner from the Royal
Artillery, and jake, a member of the U.S Special Forces.
He had come over with a colleague on a three-year secondment, but they
still had to pass Selection first. Jake did; the other fellow failed the
first month.
All prone-to-capture units, from all three services, send their people
on the combat survival course-aircrew, helicopter crew, Pathfinders from the
Parachute Regiment, elements of the Royal Marines, and elements of the Royal
Artillery, which has forward observation officers.
After the jungle it was more like a holiday for the first couple of
weeks, but we were warned that we could still be failed. An external agency,
JSIW (joint Services Interrogation Wing), had the power to bin us. As the
training wing sergeant major never stopped telling us, "You ain't in yet!"
I was starting to talk to Johnny Two-Combs, who was already in.
He was telling us about his Selection, for which he had done the winter
combat survival course.
"Two of the blokes landed up in hospital with trench foot," he said. "I
got frost nip around my fingers and toes. You'll crack it in the good
weather, it's a piece of piss. just keep your head down, find the biggest