War Torn

this lot and that the stags were still alert.They moved to the corner of the field but were told to wait again. They sat down once more, swearing as pollen clouds billowed around them. Some of the lads closed their eyes. Dave suspected a few had fallen asleep. He was fighting against doing so himself. If he just closed his eyes and relaxed his body, he knew sleep’s warm embrace would close around him . . . He tried to hide further from the sun, amongst the stems of the cannabis plants, and the movement released yet more pollen.The firing sounded increasingly far off and unthreatening, and the lads rested their weapons against the plant stems.‘You seen Emily lately, mate?’ Mal asked Finn drowsily.‘This morning,’ Finn said. ‘Went over to the gym and I heard this whistle. So I turned around . . . phwoar!’Mal gave a little moan. ‘You going to share her?’‘S’pose I’ll have to,’ Finn said. ‘I’m fucking exhausted.’‘If you don’t fucking shut up about Emily . . .’ But Dave was too hot and tired to think of a suitable threat.The sun moved lazily across the sky but its intensity did not ease. Dave closed his eyes. He said to himself: I won’t let myself sleep. I’ll just rest a moment . . .Then the boss’s voice, clear and precise, was right in his ear. Dave sat bolt upright. Oh, fuck. Had he been asleep?Finn gave him a grin and a meaningful wink.Dave swallowed. He felt sick now. Boss Weeks’s voice said that there was a compound, not currently visible, about four hundred metres away at the riverside. 1 and 2 Sections should move down the irrigation channel to clear it, with 3 Section covering.‘Keep everyone else out of the cannabis field,’ Dave warned the boss. ‘It makes you feel weird.’‘Sergeant, are you slurring your speech?’‘Course not, sir!’ Dave said as crisply as he could.There were protests from the commanders of 2 and 3 Sections, who liked the sound of a cannabis crop.‘No,’ Dave said. ‘You want to stay alert.’‘OK, lads, we’re moving,’ Finn said.The section began to stir. Getting up with so much weight on was always hard. Now it felt impossible. Their heads hurt like a bad hangover.Finn and Jamie struggled to their feet and then pulled up each man in turn. They began to move down the irrigation channel towards the compound. Dave noticed men stumbling. He felt irritated and angry and didn’t really know why. Then Mal gave him a reason by stopping dead in his tracks. Angus collided with him and the two nearly fell over.‘What are you shitheads doing?’Mal said something to Angus and the two of them stood motionless.Dave yelled: ‘Get on with it.’‘I can’t,’ Mal said.‘Why not?’There was the sound of a big, angry insect by his ear. Rounds, and now more rounds, swarming like bees. The section made its first fast move of the day and ducked into the ditch. Dave looked at the line of men taking cover.A round pinged off his helmet. More rounds bounced on the ground around them or plopped into the water. There was another ping on his helmet. He felt like a slot machine in a crowded arcade. He crouched further beneath the banks of the channel.They were ready to fire back but it was almost impossible to see where. Jamie followed the sound and gave the enemy repeated bursts with the gimpy. Angus suddenly stood up during the brief silence that followed.‘For fuck’s sake!’ Dave yelled.But now Angus was barging past him and back along the ditch.‘What the fuck are you doing?’Angus was retracing their steps. He hunched his huge body as he ran but he was still dangerously overexposed.‘No, no, don’t do it!’ Mal’s plea fell on deaf ears. Angus was gone, a huge, lumbering, mud-covered animal, drawing enemy fire.‘Get the fuck back here you fucking, fucking wanker!’ Dave yelled.Angus didn’t reply. Dave looked at Mal for an explanation. Mal was suddenly very busy with his SA80, firing at nothing in particular. Then Dave realized what was missing. The shotgun.‘Christ, he hasn’t gone back for the Benelli!’Mal wouldn’t look at him and Dave knew he was right.Dave stared up the drainage channel but Angus was already out of sight. He had reached the cannabis field and was threading his way into it.‘If the choggies have got there already they’ll have booby-trapped it!’ Dave yelled into the radio. ‘McCall, don’t touch that shotgun and get back here! Get back NOW!’‘The choggies can’t have moved in on our last position yet!’ Mal said.‘What about the one before that?’ Dave saw Mal’s face freeze as he tried to remember whether he’d left the shotgun at the first or second place they’d stopped.‘McCall, leave the fucking shotgun,’ Dave roared again. ‘Stay where you are and we’ll come for you.’Jamie’s voice: ‘Strange movement in that line of trees. I think the Talis are firing from up in the branches.’Dave turned to Mal. ‘Did you have it when we stopped the second time?’Mal’s miserable expression was the only answer Dave needed.Jamie let the gimpy do its work. A weapon fell from one tree but a body didn’t follow. The answering fire began to lessen.Drowsiness, sickness and headaches were peeling away from them now. Dave’s head began to clear. Angus was fucking around in the stuff that had fucked them up in the first place. I’ll kill him . . . Then he realized the Taliban was likely to save him the trouble.With a sinking heart, he knew the lost shotgun was going to jeopardize the whole operation. The only safe way to go back for it was with the help and cover of all three sections and EOD to check for booby traps before they touched it. He knew it never would have happened if Sol had been here.3 Section had moved round and were firing along the treeline as well now.‘1 Section, move forward,’ the boss told them. Finn set off at the front. All Dave’s instincts propelled him forward. But then those instincts were overridden by the knowledge that Angus was completely alone behind them and to leave him or the shotgun was unthinkable.‘Hold firm!’ he said reluctantly.‘Move forward,’ the boss said.‘We’ve got a problem at the back.’‘What problem?’Mal’s face turned towards him, blanched despite the sun, his brown eyes sunken.Dave sighed. ‘ECM not working.’‘1 Section, hold firm,’ the boss instructed. Electronic Counter Measures was the only protection they had against walking into a remote-controlled mine, so no one was going to make them go forward without it.They were still under sporadic fire, but Finn kept looking their way. Dave knew it wouldn’t take him long to notice Angus’s absence.‘Did we leave Angry behind?’ Finn suddenly blurted into the mic.‘No.’ Dave was still wondering what to do. If the rifle was at the corner of the field there was a chance Angus could get back with it alive. If it was still at their earlier position, then he would have to ask for support from the whole platoon.‘Is everything OK there?’ the boss asked.‘Just what is going on, Sergeant?’ Major Willingham’s tone was crisp and indignant. ‘Have you got a man down?’‘No, sir.’‘ECM problem,’ the boss said helpfully.‘Well, hurry up.’ The major sounded irritable. And Dave knew him well enough to be sure that the gap between an irritable OC and an angry OC was very narrow.The silence stretched. Dave thought he could hear Major Willingham breathing like an angry bull into his mic. Ahead of them the other platoons were engaged in some intense fighting. Even the newest recruit must feel himself pulled towards the action; they were pinned in a ditch by their own incompetence instead. Dave wished the enemy would open fire and give them an excuse to hold firm but of course the Taliban weren’t there when you needed them.‘Look, what’s going on?’ the OC roared at last. ‘I want 1 Platoon to move forward. Surely you’ve sorted out your ECM problem by now!’‘Er . . .’ The boss couldn’t conceal his nervousness. ‘How long will it be, Sergeant?’‘Any moment now.’ Dave’s gaze was fixed on the cannabis field, his heart sinking.‘Shit, Sarge,’ Mal said bleakly.‘We’ll have to go back for him.’Finn ran down the ditch towards them. Dave told him what had happened and watched as Finn’s eyes darkened.‘The fucking idiot!’Dave recognized the fury of his own first reaction. He knew that worry came next.‘At least we’re not under fire now . . .’ Mal said.‘Angry’s got everyone confused!’ Finn said. ‘Even the fucking flipflops.’‘Or maybe they’ve moved,’ Dave said. ‘Either to reinforce the centre or into the field to look for him.’In the silence that followed, Finn’s face rearranged itself, as Dave had known it would, into shock. Whatever happened, even if it meant botching today’s whole operation, they could not allow a man to fall into the hands of the enemy.‘For fuck’s sake!’ the major exploded in Dave’s ear. ‘This is ridiculous. I need you forward. Now!’To Dave’s relief, the Taliban machine guns kicked off.‘Under intense fire,’ Boss Weeks reported quickly. He obviously knew that Dave had a bigger problem than an ECM gremlin. ‘We can’t move forward yet.’‘If you’d moved when I told you to then you’d be there by now,’ the major yelled.The tension on the net was palpable. Dave’s eyes were fixed on the field, but there was still no sign of Angry.‘I’ll have to tell them what’s happened,’ Dave said. He felt hollow. He felt sick. This was a massive and embarrassing failure for his platoon. ‘Sir—’‘Look!’ Mal shouted.A puff of something that looked like smoke but must have been pollen was rising from the edge of the cannabis field. Angus had stepped out of it and was running towards them, still bent double. He was carrying his rifle and the shotgun. His presence drew a volley of fire which Jamie on one side and gunners from 2 and 3 Sections soon silenced.‘Yes?’ the major said wearily. ‘What is it you’re trying to tell me, Sergeant? I have a feeling that you’re about to cock up today’s action.’‘Not at all, sir,’ Dave said. ‘The ECM’s working now and we’re ready to move forward.’‘Well thank Christ for that!’When he reached them, Angus handed the shotgun across Dave to his mate.‘Listen, Angry, thanks . . .’ Mal said weakly. ‘You shouldn’t have—’‘You fucking shithead!’ Finn shouted.‘No time for that here,’ Dave thundered. ‘I’ll deal with you two when we get back. Now just get on with the fucking job.’The section made its way along the ditch towards the compound.

Chapter Twelve

DAVE DIALLED HOME ON THE SATELLITE PHONE. WHEN IT connected he listened to the ringing tone without hearing it. His head was ringing already from the bollocking he’d just given Riflemen McCall and Bilaal.Mal shouldn’t have left the shotgun. But Dave knew he’d been overcome by the cannabis plants. For Chrissake, he’d fallen asleep himself.But there was no such excuse for Angry McCall’s dash to save the shotgun. It was so insane