I Am Soldier Page #2

I say again, 027-208.

Show me where that is on the map.

It's there.

OK, good.

You're two minutes behind, fellas,

so you better get a f***ing grip.

Let's take ten.

We gotta keep going, we can't stop.

- OK.

- We gotta push it.

- All right, come on, mate.

- Come on, boys.

All right, lads.

Your next RV is grid 027-163.

I say again 027-163.

Oi, fellas. You're now

15 minutes behind.

Come on.

Pick the pace up, come on.

You all right?

Are you all right?

Had enough?

All right. You OK, mate?

Come on.

Get up, Chris, we can do this.

Come on, boys, let's move.

Come on!

All right, JJ?

All right, boys, get

in the back, let's go.

Oh, mate.

No! No! No!

Leo! Leo! Leo!

Leo!

- I got him, I got him.

- Oi! Oi!

What was that for?

Sorry, mate.

I'm sorry.

JJ?

Come on, what ya doing?

We're going to be late.

And?

OK, stop f***ing about.

Come on, let's go.

I ain't going anywhere.

F***ing piss off, will ya?

I don't think I can do this, mate.

Course you can.

Listen, mate, this next phase

ruins the best of men.

I've already failed it once.

Well, you need to start believing

in yourself then, don't you?

I don't think I can do it again.

Look, J...

you had the balls to come here,

not just once, but twice.

If you walk away now,

you'll never forgive yourself.

All you gotta do is have a go.

If you don't get through

then at least you'll know.

You can pull the plug anytime.

Just don't pull it now.

All right?

Come on, let's get out of here,

before Carter sends out a search party.

This is the escape

and evasion phase.

After what you've been through already,

this won't be easy for anyone,

and make no mistake...

you will be physically hammered.

But it's all up here.

You've either got

it or you haven't.

Now, there'll be a map handed

out of the given area.

You are to stay away from

footpaths, roads and buildings.

If you are caught using any

of these you are binned.

There will be a Hunter

Force pursuing you.

And like I've said a million times

before, it's really very, very simple.

You will run away from them

for as long as you can.

When they catch you,

you will be brought in for

tactical questioning.

What if they don't catch us?

When they do,

you may only give out your

surname, rank, and number.

Anything else and you are binned.

Questions?

I don't know what the f*** happened

to you two and I don't care.

But missing a briefing in the field

can result in people getting killed...

it is not acceptable.

Consider this a gypsy's warning.

Anything else and you're gone.

J, J, J...

Come on.

J, J, J...

We need to get some rest.

No, f*** that, let's keep going.

Be my guest.

Without sleep you're f***ed.

I'm gonna set up a snare.

Yeah.

No! No, no, no!

You gonna tell me what

this is all about?

What?

Come on, you know damn well what.

I'm gonna check the snare.

We shouldn't have

this poxy fire going.

They're gonna find us anyway.

What's your story, Mickey?

I didn't join up as a chef.

I knew it.

- What reg?

- Pathfinder in the Para's.

I f***ing knew it.

What happened?

There was an accident

with a friend of mine.

I tried to save him.

He died on impact.

I haven't jumped since.

Why'd you come and do this?

SAS is the elite, you know.

Just took me longer to

get here, that's all.

Is it done yet, or what?

Ah, lovely.

I told you about this bloody fire.

J...

Get him, get down.

Arms!

- Get off of me!

- Shut up!

Get up!

Aghh!

Aghh!

One, two,

three, four, five, six,

seven, eight, nine, ten...

fifteen, sixteen,

seventeen, eighteen...

Hello, Mickey.

I can call you that.

25897, Sergeant Tomlinson, ma'am.

You're in deep sh*t, Mickey.

In fact, you're up

to your neck in it.

I've prepared this for you.

I just need your

autograph at the bottom,

and this will all be over.

I'm afraid I can't

sign that, ma'am.

You're a coward.

Dirty,

diseased...

low-life f***ing coward.

Bet your mother would

have been proud.

But then she wasn't

much better, was she?

She's just some old slag,

who had you on a one-night stand

and then threw you into care.

When she realised what a little

bastard you really were.

Now sign the f***ing document,

so we can all get out of here.

You repulse me.

I don't think you're a

real man at all, are you?

Let's see what sort of

man you really are.

What the f*** are you

doing, what the f***...

Oh...

I was right, you're no man.

I've seen button mushrooms

with more shaft then that.

Oh...

You're standing in front of a

woman, it looks like that...

what must it be like

when you're alone?

Pathetic.

Get dressed.

Sign the document.

Or say nothing and die.

Take me to the other

room and hang me up.

I ain't signing sh*t, ma'am.

Very well.

F***in' hell!

Leo!

Leo, Leo!

Leo, Leo, Leo...

Where have you come

from and who are you working for?

I'm sorry sir, but I cannot

answer that question.

This is not a game, son.

So who you f***ing working for?

I'm sorry, sir, but I...

You better start answering

my f***ing questions,

before I start to get irritated,

and believe me you do not want to see

me when I'm not my usual happy self.

What's your name?

Tomlinson, sir.

Number and rank.

25897. Sergeant Tomlinson, sir.

Good.

Now we're getting

somewhere, thank God.

What unit are ya?

- I'm sorry sir, but I cannot answer...

- How many men in your command?

I cannot answer that.

What are you talking

about, you f***ing idiot?

You just told me your

name, number and rank.

Now what unit are you?

And how many men in your command?

I cannot answer that question.

You must f***ing love hanging

there like a piece of dead meat!

All you gotta do is answer

a simple bastard question,

and I'll be kind to ya.

But you can't even do

that, can you, son,

because you're a stupid,

dotty, ugly, annoying,

disgraceful, lying,

game-playing, piece of shite.

You're going to

f***ing die in here.

I promise you that.

I'm sick and tired of being kind and

having it thrown back in my f***ing face.

Now what f***ing unit are ya?

I cannot answer...

That's it, get this piece

of shite out of here

before I slit his f***ing throat.

Get him out. Out! Get him out!

This war's over for you, Mickey.

It's over, son.

It's over.

Well done, lad.

Oi, Mick. You're OK, yeah?

Oi, look at me, you can do this.

All right, all you

gotta do is jump.

- Time to rock and roll.

- Go!

Go!

It's gonna be all right.

Go!

See you on the other side.

Go!

I said go!

If you don't jump, you fail.

You seen him?

No, mate.

I reckon he binned it.

Oi!

Where'd you get to?

Give us a hand, will ya?

You all right?

Yeah?

- They look ruined.

- Good.

Dawn.

You did it then.

Yeah, I think so.

Keep up the good work.

Was that a bit of

encouragement ma'am? No?

- Call it recognition.

- OK.

Well, then I...

I guess a drink's out

of the question.

You're not there yet, Mickey.

F***in' hell, mate.

After going through all that.

Your face either fits...

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