2008
01.17

Andy McNab by FHM MagazineGreat article in FHM Magazine this month. Gary Curtis was so kind to send it to Greymansland. Thanx!!

In the article Andy visits Iraq again, meets up with old acquaintances at the 4 Rifle’s camp and assures us that the weapons issued to the military are definitely not ‘crappy’ – like the media wants us to believe.

In fact he calls them ‘stunning’.

We also learn that SAS sign lingo can be used in non-combat situations, too; For example.. the sign for “Target has a shotgun” could in civilian live be translated as “I suggest you resort to other pleasures this evening”. Right.

I give you a little preview.

Full article in FHM Magazine, but we’ll keep a copy in our archive should you want to read more.

“By first light, we’ve reached the border. Stretching into the distance is the 1,400 km-long, thin red line dividing Iraq and Iran. Just a few kilometres away, tucked away in the desert, are 40,000 Iranian troops – primed to attack the region’s British troops contingent if George Bush decides to start bombing Tehran. It hits me: there’s no place on Earth that’s more dangerous, hostile, unsympathetic, or politically knife-edged than where I’m standing right now. And for two days, I’m accompanying our boys as they police it. But it gets worse. Two million soldiers fought each other here during the Iran/Iraq war back in the ‘80s; about 500,000 of them were killed as a result. Thousands of mines are still scattered about. So when we get down from the Bulldog transport vehicle, I make sure I step only where the Bulldog’s tracks have cleared the ground. And that’s when I make my first pleasant discovery. In the deep furrows, sticking out of the sand, is unmistakably a human thighbone. And again, I wonder why the hell am I here.

Two days previously, I’d been thinking much the same thing. I was sitting in the back of a blacked-out C130 Hercules, with my body armour and helmet on, as we flew low and fast towards Basra. I’d been an infantry soldier for eight years, followed by ten in the SAS. But did I really want to go back to Iraq to join a bunch of squaddies, getting bombed and shot at? And just for FHM?

Too late now: as the Hercules lands at the COB (Contingency Operations Base) at Basra Airport, and the aircraft’s ramp opens up, I feel the heat from the engine’s exhaust wash over me, and smell the familiar smell of aviation fuel. And truth be told, it feels good to be back.”

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