Andy McNab - War torn

1 Platoon moved forward to the river, 1 Section on the left flank. They emerged from the trees and crossed an irrigation ditch into a field of high crops.

Although it was early the sun showed them no mercy. Clouds of pollen were released by the plants, its pungent odour magnified by the heat.

'Christ, do they make their animals eat this shit?'

'It's giving me a headache.'

'I feel ready to get me head down…'

'Stick some in your pocket for later and you'll be fucking glad you did,' Finn said.

Dave's eyes narrowed. He looked closely at the exotic plant. Each leaf consisted of delicate fingers, like a hand in a lace glove.

'Is it what I think it is?'

His question was met with smothered laughter but no one replied. The plant certainly wasn't a poppy: they had passed a field of these further back, their pods closed tightly like tiny purses. There were brown slits down the side of each pod where the resin had been extracted.

It must be cannabis.

'Anyone caught trying to sneak this weed out of here's in big trouble,' Dave snarled. 'Did you hear me, Finn?'

'Yessir,' Finn said cheerfully. 'I never touch it these days.'

'Oh, come on, Sarge. Can't we pick the pretty flowers?'

'Who was that?' Dave didn't recognize the voice. It sounded drunk. Had someone already managed to help himself to this stuff? Could you consume it straight off the plant? A man who preferred a pint, Dave suddenly regretted that he hadn't learned more on the warm summer evenings in the south London streets where he was brought up. They'd sometimes been hazy with its distinctive smoke. The smell in the field was far stronger and its acrid notes more jarring.

Nobody answered Dave's question. His head was throbbing badly. He wanted to close his eyes to shut out the bright sunlight. Unlike most of the fields around here, this one was enormous. They stumbled on without ever seeming to reach the other side. The clouds of pollen grew denser and the stench more pungent.

When they finally reached the irrigation channel they found they were far more scattered than anyone had realized. In the dense cannabis forest everyone had thought his mates were close. Dave had believed he was bringing up the rear but now he discovered he was near the front.

Finn instructed everyone to group and go firm. They dodged back into cover and waited for further orders.

They sat down with relief, shading themselves from the flying pollen and beating sunlight. They gulped down water.

Jamie couldn't stop sneezing.

'You all right?' Dave asked.

'Must be the sodding pollen,' Jamie said. 'It doesn't normally get to me.'

Finn wiped his eyes. 'This stuff can really make you feel bad.'

Angus's face was pale. 'It's making me want to puke.'

'Me too,' Mal said. He put both his weapons down. He hoped there wouldn't be any close combat now. He didn't feel ready or able to move to the front and respond.

The firing was closer but sporadic. Dave could hear Major Willingham directing operations. They waited. There were still no orders for them. Finally, after almost half an hour, Boss Weeks told 1 Platoon to prepare to move closer to the river. Dave looked around 1 Section, slumped in the cannabis plants. He hoped the others were more prepared than this lot and that the stags were still alert.

They moved to the corner of the field but were told to wait again. They sat down once more, swearing as pollen clouds billowed around them. Some of the lads closed their eyes. Dave suspected a few had fallen asleep. He was fighting against doing so himself. If he just closed his eyes and relaxed his body, he knew sleep's warm embrace would close around him… He tried to hide further from the sun, amongst the stems of the cannabis plants, and the movement released yet more pollen.

The firing sounded increasingly far off and unthreatening, and the lads rested their weapons against the plant stems.

'You seen Emily lately, mate?' Mal asked Finn drowsily.

'This morning,' Finn said. 'Went over to the gym and I heard this whistle. So I turned around… phwoar!'

Mal gave a little moan. 'You going to share her?'

'S'pose I'll have to,' Finn said. 'I'm fucking exhausted.'

'If you don't fucking shut up about Emily…' But Dave was too hot and tired to think of a suitable threat.

The sun moved lazily across the sky but its intensity did not ease. Dave closed his eyes. He said to himself: I won't let myself sleep. I'll just rest a moment…

Then the boss's voice, clear and precise, was right in his ear. Dave sat bolt upright. Oh, fuck. Had he been asleep?

Finn gave him a grin and a meaningful wink.

Dave swallowed. He felt sick now. Boss Weeks's voice said that there was a compound, not currently visible, about four hundred metres away at the riverside. 1 and 2 Sections should move down the irrigation channel to clear it, with 3 Section covering.

'Keep everyone else out of the cannabis field,' Dave warned the boss. 'It makes you feel weird.'

'Sergeant, are you slurring your speech?'

'Course not, sir!' Dave said as crisply as he could.

There were protests from the commanders of 2 and 3 Sections, who liked the sound of a cannabis crop.

'No,' Dave said. 'You want to stay alert.'

'OK, lads, we're moving,' Finn said.

The section began to stir. Getting up with so much weight on was always hard. Now it felt impossible. Their heads hurt like a bad hangover.

Finn and Jamie struggled to their feet and then pulled up each man in turn. They began to move down the irrigation channel towards the compound. Dave noticed men stumbling. He felt irritated and angry and didn't really know why. Then Mal gave him a reason by stopping dead in his tracks. Angus collided with him and the two nearly fell over.

'What are you shitheads doing?'

Mal said something to Angus and the two of them stood motionless.

Dave yelled: 'Get on with it.'

'I can't,' Mal said.

'Why not?'

There was the sound of a big, angry insect by his ear. Rounds, and now more rounds, swarming like bees. The section made its first fast move of the day and ducked into the ditch. Dave looked at the line of men taking cover.

A round pinged off his helmet. More rounds bounced on the ground around them or plopped into the water. There was another ping on his helmet. He felt like a slot machine in a crowded arcade. He crouched further beneath the banks of the channel.

They were ready to fire back but it was almost impossible to see where. Jamie followed the sound and gave the enemy repeated bursts with the gimpy. Angus suddenly stood up during the brief silence that followed.

'For fuck's sake!' Dave yelled.

But now Angus was barging past him and back along the ditch.

'What the fuck are you doing?'

Angus was retracing their steps. He hunched his huge body as he ran but he was still dangerously overexposed.

'No, no, don't do it!' Mal's plea fell on deaf ears. Angus was gone, a huge, lumbering, mud-covered animal, drawing enemy fire.

'Get the fuck back here you fucking, fucking wanker!' Dave yelled.

Angus didn't reply. Dave looked at Mal for an explanation. Mal was suddenly very busy with his SA80, firing at nothing in particular. Then Dave realized what was missing. The shotgun.

'Christ, he hasn't gone back for the Benelli!'

Mal wouldn't look at him and Dave knew he was right.

Dave stared up the drainage channel but Angus was already out of sight. He had reached the cannabis field and was threading his way into it.

'If the choggies have got there already they'll have booby-trapped it!' Dave yelled into the radio. 'McCall, don't touch that shotgun and get back here! Get back NOW!'

'The choggies can't have moved in on our last position yet!' Mal said.

'What about the one before that?' Dave saw Mal's face freeze as he tried to remember whether he'd left the shotgun at the first or second place they'd stopped.