Kajaki Page #5

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Alex, do you need any kit?

- Get off me.

Ah, leave me. Just f***ing leave me.

Right, all done.

- Nice and tight, mate.

Yup.

Get ready to take his leg.

- No!

Right.

- PEARSON SCREAMS

F***! F***!

OK, all done.

- Any kit out?

Right, move it.

F***. Oh, f***!

- OK, mate.

Ah, f***ing hell! It really... Ah!

- Right, alright...

F***!

- What kit have you got?

Oh f***!

- Mate, where's your f***ing bergen?

He was carrying it.

What have you got?

Er, morphine, tourniquet,

saline, dressing. One of each.

Ken, elevate the leg!

What do you need, pal. Let me know.

- Stay there, Tug. Just f***ing stay with Stu.

Mark. Now Mark do you need me in there?

- Stand firm, Jar Head. No one in.

Help yourself here.

Here take the f***ing leg.

RADIO:

Kilo Two to Kilo Five Bravo. SITREP, over.

Take his leg.

- Yeah.

His leg, mate.

- Move it, move.

You got it?

- Yeah, yeah, yeah.

Kilo Five Bravo. Mine strike,

Stu Pearson. P one, left leg.

Notify cas evac

need for second winch. Over.

RADIO:
Kilo Two to Kilo Five Bravo.

It's a negative on the winch. Over.

Say again. I was informed

Black Hawk was inbound, over.

RADIO:
We'll get you out of there.

Just hang tight, Bravo. OK, wait out.

Going to f***ing sh*t!

Come on.

- F*** you!

Can we not just take him over the ridge?

Right, there's a... there's a route up to

Normandy already. It's already f***ing marked.

Just take 'em up there.

Enough is e-f***ing-nough

we're getting blown up here!

- Smudge, Smudge, Smudge.

Did you not just see

what happened to your pal, Stu?

Yeah!

- The f***ing whole place is charged, mate.

We're going nowhere.

F***ing sit down.

Turn your f***ing head around and

don't look anywhere except for up there.

Just don't look at him, alright?

DISTANT HELICOPTER

See, you hear that?

Angels with f***ing wings.

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

DISTANT HELICOPTER

That's not a Black Hawk.

HELICOPTER:

Chopper inbound.

Laid them in f***ing threes, didn't they?

What's that, pal?

F***ing APs. Ah, f***.

Hit the guy treating the first victim.

Maximum clusterfuck.

That's a Chinook.

They'll be dropping the MERT at Lancaster.

How you doing, fella? You alright?

Save my nuts, Doc. That's all I ask.

F***.

Hey. Your nuts are fine.

F***. Oh, Alex, it's still bleeding, mate.

- What? Yeah, alright, smart.

This is my last tourniquet.

- Oh, f***!

Boys... this f***ing minefield.

- Alright, mate. Alright.

F***!

Here's something to put on it.

Alright.

Right, hold this f***ing leg too.

- Yeah, brother.

F*** you!

- Alright, mate, we've got you.

HELICOPTER:

Kilo Five Bravo to all Kilos.

We have a Chinook inbound.

Please confirm this is not

our cas evac, over?

Snoop, you got a med pack?

- RADIO:
Kilo Four, affirmative.

Nah.

RADIO:
Kilo Five Bravo. Cas evac inbound.

Luke, med pack?

- Nah, I got nothing, mate.

RADIO:
Recommend move

casualty to HLS nearby. Over.

Negative. Confirm, we have two,

repeat, two P ones requiring cas evac.

Movement impossible due to

location being minefield...

Chinook unsuitable for pick-up

due to location being minefield

Request HH sixty with winch

as previously indicated.

Location is a f***ing minefield. Over.

RADIO:
Chinook only asset

available at present. Over.

Can I have direct comms with Chinook?

RADIO:
Negative Kilo Five Bravo,

comms via JTAC to apache to Chinook.

Whoever this is, come in.

- RADIO:
Go ahead, Bravo.

Suggest Chinook enter via

re-entrant to south west.

Back wheels down onto the rocks.

We'll drop smoke.

We may be able to load

one casualty this way. Over.

RADIO:
Wait out.

- You f***ing wait out, pal.

RADIO:

Kilo Two to Kilo Five Bravo.

They're not gonna land

in a minefield, buddy. Just sit tight.

Hey! Drop smoke.

We need to show him

where to touch down, yeah.

...not land in the f***ing wadi.

This is a hot HLS, repeat, mines, over

The f***ing rocks. Land on the rocks.

What's he f***ing saying?

- He wants to bring him over.

Alright, let's do it then.

No f***ing way.

That's thirty metres to f***ing carry him.

You f*** off!

- Bring him on!

We f***ing wait! We get them to send in

the ATOs, clear us a f***ing path out.

Ammunitions Technical Officer.

ATO, f***er.

ATO.

What the f*** are they doing?

ATO.

TO. Take off.

- It's like the f***ing YMCA.

ATO.

RADIO:
Charlie, what's going on?

- They're not moving.

They're signalling something.

I can't work it out.

What's going on, mate?

The airframe's here, but we can't

get you f***ing over there.

For f***'s sake.

Any call sign, tell the bird

to clear the f*** out of here!

This is a hot HLS, repeat, mines. Over.

They are posing a major risk

to themselves and to us!

Jar Head, SITREP.

Jar Head, SITREP

Jar head!

- Yeah?

F***ing SITREP.

Mark's taken it in the chest

and Stu's been hit again.

And the med's down.

Alex.

Alex?

OK?

Oi, Jar Head, get him out of here, man.

F***ing get that man up.

F***ing get him out of here.

You do not let that f***ing man drop!

Come on man,

get your arse over here.

Get him out. Help him out!

It's alright, mate, come on.

Tug!

What do I do?

Tug, what do I f***ing do?

Tug!

Tug! Tug, what do I f***ing do?

...You Fu...

Somebody get that...

SCREAMS OF INJURED SOLDIERS

I'm f***ing dying, man.

- What do I do?

Just hang f***ing tight, Mark.

I'm gonna get you out of here.

SCREAMS OF INJURED SOLDIERS

Come and help me out!

Tug!

Tug, what we doing?

Prosser! Triage!

Erm...

Mark's got wounds to the chest.

It's pretty f***ing ugly.

Stu's been hit again but...

I can't see where,

there's f*** loads of blood.

PEARSON:

Where's the f***ing chopper?

And Ken's got no f***ing idea.

And w...

what med kit have you got?

F*** all!

I left the day sack over there.

It's still got a bit of stuff left.

OK, erm.

Ken. Ken, should be a day sack

near you. Can you see it?

Yeah, yeah it's here.

- Alright, pal. Can you try and reach it for me?

Ken, f***ing hell.

He's gonna set off another...

- Ken, Ken! Don't worry about it, mate.

We'll f***ing sack it off, mate.

Don't worry we'll try something else.

Wait, I'm nearly there.

- Ken, don't do it! No! No, Ken, f***ing don't!

I've got it! I've got it!

Oh, God.

OK, what's it got?

IV fluids. Some dressings.

Two sticks of morphine. That's it.

- Er, tourniquet. Has it got a tourniquet?

No, no. That's all there is.

Ken, listen to me.

You need to get those

dressings to Mark's chest.

Yeah, you need to make

your way over there.

Now, Ken.

OK. OK. OK.

OK, I'm here. I'm here.

- Right then... I want you to use a rifle sling

to tourniquet his arm, yeah?

And that'll stop the bleeding. Alright?

Ken, catch.

OK... OK.

- That's it, tourniquet his arm.

And try to cannulate

and get some IVs into him.

That's it, tourniquet his arm. Yeah.

No, just stop. Mark. Mark, I've got to!

You need to try to cannulate.

- Mark!

Just a circle, mucker.

Tie it in a circle and put it

round his arm, alright mate?

Put it round his arm and tie it tight,

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