Kajaki Page #3

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- Yes, mucker.

Faz is on fire support. Jar Head's taking

the three-fifty and he's a team medic.

Yeah, you get a sore throat

down there you'll be in safe hands.

Alright.

Talk me through it.

Down the goats track to the south-east

re-entrant to the wadi,

up the slope to the west ridge.

Faz is rear man, and, uh,

Bomb Head's got eyes on so it's full cover.

Alright, ladies,

radio check at the bottom.

I'll see you when you get back.

Oi, fatty.

Anything happens to me down there,

make sure you tell your mum I love her.

Will do.

Right, eyes on, boys.

Where's Ken?

Ah, don't make me

go over there again, Sergeant.

IPOD:

# You... Oh, oh, you can have it all

#... if that's alright.

Cause I will give it all to you

# cause you never lied before.

And you... #

Radio check, mate.

Hello Kilo Two.

This is Kilo Two Bravo, radio check, over.

RADIO:

Kilo Two, OK, over.

OK, out.

EXPLOSION:

Stu?

- Contact! Mortar!

Stu!

F***ing eyes on, yeah mate. F***ing eyes on.

- Calm it down, Stu, right. Just leave the rifle.

I just lost my f***ing finger, pal.

Don't tell me to f***ing calm down.

Stu, Stu. Listen to me.

You stepped on a f***ing mine, mate, alright.

What?

Oh! F***! Jesus f***ing Christ!

- It's alright... Just f***ing hold it, alright?

F***. Ah, f***!

Ah!

F***ing sh*t!

- Alright, nearly there, pal, alright?

Just f***ing bear with me, man.

Ah! F***ing tie... F***ing tie it! Sh*t!

- Shut the f*** up!

F***! Ah! Sh*t!

OK, OK, OK.

There it's on. It's on. It's on. OK it's on.

Where the f***'s the three-fifty?

Where the f*** is three-fifty?

F*** me!

Right, Kilo Two.

Kilo Two Bravo, come in.

Kilo Two, this is Kilo Two Bravo, come in.

For f***'s sake!

Stu, Chris, come on, man, man.

We've got a man down in the wadi!

Faz, you tell them we need

a cas evac f***ing smart, alright!

Now go! Go!

Stu! Stu! Now f***ing wake up.

Yeah.

You're gonna be alright, OK.

Yeah, well I'm f***ing- I'm f***ing not am I?

- No you are. OK, listen to me, OK.

I'm gonna check you

for other injuries, yeah.

Get some morphine into you, buddy.

Yeah? You just f***ing hang tight, OK?

Kilo Two Bravo.

Jar Head, what the f***'s going on?

Did any youse see anything?

No enemy movement.

- F***.

Right. I want eyes on them,

I want eyes on the wadi.

If anything moves, f***ing smash it.

OK lads, let's f***ing go.

RADIO:
Kilo Five to Kilo Two.

What the f***'s going on over there?

Kilo Two. Mine strike.

RADIO:
Mine strike.

- Kilo Two?

F***!

Zero, this is Emerald Seven Nine...

- Dave, Jay, Luke, Ken

mine strike on Normandy.

Tug, man down, mate.

Med bergen, let's go, yeah.

Anyone else got a med kit?

- One here, mucker.

Alright, get on, Jay and we'll follow.

I've got one. Team medic.

- Alright, good lad.

Come on, man down, boys. Let's f***ing go.

- Mark.

Mark, you don't know what you're moving into.

- Well, someone's got to f***ing do it.

Faz, what the f***'s going on!

Stu stood on a mine.

- F***! How bad?

His f***ing leg's gone, mate.

Bomb Head.

Get a Nine Liner to Athens.

It's Stu Hale, confirmed.

P one, winch required.

Bastard!

Come on Tug, one of our boys

is f***ing dying over there!

There'll also be another one

over here in a minute, f***ing hell!

Tug.

Mine strike on Normandy?

That's what they said.

- Get in.

Not long now, Stu. Alright?

Alright lads, the f***ing cavalry's here.

Alright, Stu boy. Smudge is here, mate.

- Here, Smudge. Get this would you, mate.

I've got it, I've got it.

Go on. Go on, mate.

Guy, what the f***

have you done now, aye?

How we doing Jar?

- Yeah. Got a tourniquet on.

Given him a shot of morphine...

in the good leg.

How we doing, big fella?

Heard you screaming all the way

from the top, you big homo.

Aye.

All I heard was

'Oh my leg! My f***ing leg. '

I thought to myself,

here I know that big poofy voice.

You reckon I'll still be alright

for selection, mucker?

Course you will, buddy, alright.

You're gonna be fine.

I was f***ing joking, mate.

Just sit tight, alright?

We're gonna get you out of here.

Hey. You alright, yeah?

Maybe we can carry him up?

I don't know, mate.

We need to keep him level.

One times P one casualty.

ZAP Hotel Zero Nine Eight Three.

Winch required.

Kilo Two to Kilo Five.

Hello Kilo Five, it's Kilo Two.

F***ing piece of f***ing sh*t.

What's happening?

Stu Hale went on a patrol.

Think he trod on a mine.

Where?

Down the wadi. Stu Pearson

took Smudge to check him out.

There's no comms on the ground.

What's that?

' I. Am. Gay. '

Jar Head, mate, now's not the time.

Oi, Smudger.

You couldn't check my prick for me, mucker?

- Yeah, it's alright. It's still there, still tiny.

Give us a fag, would you.

Watch your step, mate. There's mines.

I've got a med kit.

Oi, follow our line in, mush.

Yeah, you got it.

- Rescue party's come down from Athens.

Mark's got a stretcher.

F*** me!

How you doing?

- Yeah, no f***ing drama, mate.

It's still bleeding.

I got another tourniquet.

Hold on, Stu, yeah.

- Hold on, mate.

Right, ju... Hey, give me a second, right.

- Now, hold on.

Hold on, mate.

Ah! F***!

F***ing... Ah. F*** you!

Well done.

- Well done, mate.

Nearest secure HLS is Lancaster.

No emergency HLS identified at this time.

Winch requested. Over.

RADIO:
Can casualty

be extracted to HLS? Over.

Unknown. Winch requested. Over.

RADIO:

Wait out.

Heard you needed comms.

Eight oh eight.

How many have you got?

- Er. Two more.

You stay here.

Give me the comms.

I'll take one up to Normandy,

put the other on the ground with the medic.

Right, I'm Kilo Five Alpha. Kilo Five Bravo,

in the wadi. Normandy stays Kilo Two.

Alright, let's go, come on.

- Yeah.

You're doing brilliant, buddy.

You're doing absolutely f***ing brilliant, alright?

Keep the leg still, yeah?

Any of youse know how to cannulate?

Glad you could join us, Tug.

- I'm faster downhill.

F***ing...

Follow the line in, Mark.

...dressing to the knee.

Tug. Tug, I'm out of dressings, mate.

Grab a stretcher, buddy.

- There's still dripping on the stump here, mate.

OK, everybody.

Nothing left, mate, at all.

- Shut the f*** up, now!

Jar Head, get them buttons done.

Tell me what's going on, pal.

Alright, um, right leg as you see it, mate

Er, right hand.

- Yeah.

Damage to left leg.

- Yeah.

Er, says his right knee's giving him jip, too.

I've strapped it off,

given him a pen of morphine, marked it up.

I'm f***ing sh*t out of med kit now, mate.

- Right, Jay?

SITREP, mate.

- I applied a second tourniquet.

Erm, I've wrapped it up...

- We've got deep ground all round, buddy.

I've got the OP keeping an eye on us,

but we don't want to get taken by surprise.

Alright. Nicely done, lads.

Further mine threat?

- F*** knows. We need to assume there is.

Extraction?

- I've asked for a winch.

Good job.

Right lads, listen in.

We've a bloke on his arse

so let's make him comfortable.

Smudge, get some cover on him, mate.

Luke join Foreman on stag.

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