28th October

1530, it’s windy, dust storms are covering everything, we had like zero visibility. Over the I-Com (Taliban Radio Communication), we were told by our interpreter that they were saying ‘we can get them now let’s go’, so bring it on, my weapons just been cleaned and ready, Luke’s up on the wall with the Clue, looking for anything out of the ordinary. Funny thing is that Terry doesn’t know we had 2 Platoon show up in the early hours of the morning so instead of the 14 of us, we have 30 blokes plus the Engineer’s if it comes to it. I’m just sat on my camp cot now just waiting to get some rounds down range, just have to wait and see if it does kick off, I’m on stag at 1800 with Con so if it does he said he’ll jump on the GPMG and I’ll get on the new sharpshooter rifle that’s just been put up there. Always fun talking through drill’s if we get contacted on stag whilst scoffing, just to sit down and shoot the shit all the time with the lad’s its mega. Thinking of home a lot today going on RnR in 14 days, back to Bastion on the 11/11/10 then fly home on the 15/11/10. Feeling a Grove breakfast, rat packs getting boring now.

Will it kick off I said…. yes it did, and it’s always just as I’m about to get relieved off stag! Not a big contact just some small arms fire, no drama’s as an AK 47 at 800-900 meters doesn’t really reach us to bother us to much, but Con soon shut that down with a few blast’s from the GPMG. The shot and scoot tactic, great! All though a tracer did pass probably with 5m of the super sanger which lit it up for a second, me and Con just looked at each other like ‘shit that was close!’ Cheeky bastards the lot of them.