18th January

How can I put the last 10-12 days into words? I just can’t describe what the fuck it’s been like here as I think every Taliban from Afghanistan has decided to come down here and fight us!

Basically we have been in big contacts every day for the last 12 days since G got shot, we have been getting hit hard. To think that I used to want to keep going out and getting into scrap’s was a fucking foolish thing to say and even to think! It’s been too close on more than one occasion not just been the last 12 days, but I feel that the man in the big black cloak is taking an interest in what’s happening here now. On the 18th, 23rd and 25th, bizarre day’s here, the ANP commander goes to them and say’s to the locals ‘If you don’t start having them outside of the CP, I’m going to drag you here until you do!’, and well that fucker is old Mujahedeen so they don’t really want to piss him off. So they held it outside the CP, Terry doesn’t like that so he comes and brasses up the bizarre and all around the CP. Then the locals were fucked off with us telling us it was our fault! Hold on Sherlock how the fuck does that figure? We had no play in when or where you do your business that’s up to you fuckers.

Also on the 18th and the 22nd we decided to conduct a death patrol out to PBK 2.4km from Qudrat walking through W6A, and sure enough we came close to a casualty on that one as rounds were pinging up around our feet.

Then on the 24th to the 26th an Op was put in, in W6H, overnight, which to be fair was pretty ally as I think this was the first Op in a few years to be allowed to happen and we had to get clearance from top ISAF commanders for this to happen from what I’ve heard. Then the idea was we put out a VCP in the morning back with the manikin to draw out the sharpshooter again, but we have the ace up our sleeve this time which was the Reaper drone! So the VCP went out, I was back by the gate at Qudrat on QRF, so if they could PID this fucker we could crash out and go get him if the drone couldn’t. An hour into it and ‘Bang’, then ‘Fucking BOOOOM’, a massive mushroom cloud around 2k away appeared to the north, so the 6 of us, 6 QRF blokes were crashed out to do a BDA (Battlefield Damage Assessment). Luckily we did have UGLY covering us.

So the drone reported back that the explosion was near the Op, so we doubled out to them and asked, ‘where was the explosion, how close?’, ‘fuck knows sounded far north’, so we doubled up north in the middle of open wadi like fish in a barrel. The i-com was going fucking nut’s, they couldn’t believe that we had the balls to go running straight through Taliban occupied territory, and to be fair neither could I. By the time we had got to the sight the body of the sharpshooter was gone CASEVAC by the local’s or by Taliban, but the blood, flesh and various other body parts we found on top of empty casings and a fucked motorbike, could only mean that we finally got this fucker!

After we exploited the scene and was patrolling back in the Taliban were actually crying over the i-com that this bloke was dead. This however was our biggest success in ages, and made all of us over the pissing moon. I’m sure that we will get hit hard now as this bloke sounded like Allah’s right hand man, which is a shame because if he is, he’s diffy a right hand!

So that’s been the story of the last 12 days. Mentally and physically I’m exhausted which is why I’ve just sat down tonight to check in, just haven’t had the energy with the patrol’s, contacts and stags, can I carry on like this……. Fuck it AIRBORNE!!!!!