Bravo Two Zero by Andy Mcnab

Author:Andy Mcnab [Mcnab f.c]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Tags: thriller

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They must have been thousand-pounders. We heard several explosions; the area was getting severely hammered. The pressure waves hit us and the car rattled. The guards cursed. The vehicle stopped. I heard all the typical noises of disaster-the screeching of brakes, screams of pain and loss, shouts of panic and anger, a distressed woman crying, a child whimpering, metal scraping on stone. The driver and guards jumped out and cold air rushed over us. This could be our moment. The blokes had gone, the doors were open, but I could hear talking. I couldn’t see what was going on. It was unbelievably frustrating. I had to piece things together purely by sound. Was the road bombed? Was it an obstruction? Had he stopped to help somebody? And more to the point, were they now going to come around and fill us in, purely because we were white eyes and they’d just been bombed? The thoughts raced through my mind, but before I even had time to speak to Dinger, the Iraqis got back in and we started moving again.

We drove for about an hour and a half. My sense of direction had gone to rat shit as soon as we’d come out of the camp and turned left, and I didn’t have a clue where we might be. I was pissed off with myself again.

When we finally stopped, we could have been in Timbuktu for all I knew.

They dragged us out of the vehicle, and I was put back into what I sensed was the same room as before. I had the feeling the guards were still in bed. Somebody pushed me to the floor and handcuffed me to what I assumed was part of a bed. It was actually quite comfortable. I wasn’t crunched up in the back of a vehicle, my knees weren’t up around my ears, and my arm wasn’t chained high up in the air. I sat cross-legged on the floor, trying to sort myself out, trying to tune in. I sensed that I was facing the wall. I tried putting my head right back so I could see past the bridge of my nose. I couldn’t see anything except a bit of the glow from the paraffin heater.

I sat there for an hour, the scenarios rushing around my head. We had definitely been going through a built-up center of population when the bombs fell. Was it Baghdad? Why take us to Baghdad? So that people could see us? To be part of a human shield? Would the Allies bomb a position where prisoners were? Damned right they would. Schwarzkopf would hardly stop the war effort because Dinger and Andy were held in a radar center. Who were we going to get handed over to? Would we make a video? I wouldn’t mind. I wanted people to know that I was still alive.

I could hear two sources of slow, regular breathing. To test if they were asleep I leaned forward and rested my head on the bed.

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