Andy McNab - War torn

'Darrel? You still there?'

'Yes, Aggie. I'm thinking. The problem is that you need to find out whether the message could be true. Without telling anyone where it came from.'

'Darrel, that exactly right. Exactly. You understand.'

This was different from the hysteria of her call to Jenny. This was a more quiet desperation.

'OK, is there some sort of place you army wives go for help? Supposing something happened to Luke and you had to contact your husband urgently…?'

'I go to Families Officer.'

'You've got a choice, Ags. Either you sweat it out and wait. Because if he's really dead they'll come and tell you soon enough. Or you go to this Families Officer and say you got a text, you don't know who from or where from, it was anonymous. You say you immediately erased it from your phone but it's been worrying you ever since.'

Darrel was right. Either she waited or she contacted the Families Officer with every detail of the story except the one she didn't want him to hear.

'But, for what it's worth… well, I don't think your husband's dead. It sounds to me like some of his mates have found his mobile and they're trying to teach him a lesson.'

'No one teach such nasty lesson.'

'There are enough nasty people around. I don't think he's dead.'

She felt as though someone had put their arms around her in a warm embrace. Darrel, who fixed things, was fixing this.

'Ags, can you contact this person, this Families Officer, in the middle of the night?'

'Um… maybe there's a number. But maybe I don't contact. Maybe I wait until morning.'

'Can you stand it?'

'Yes. In morning I go to office.'

'That's my suggestion.'

'Oh, Darrel, talk to me a little while.'

She didn't want to put the phone down and hear the silence again.

'No, you talk to me, Aggie. Go on. Tell me what you've been doing since we last met. Any more drawing?'

She snuggled down under the duvet and talked. It felt intimate. Her voice became soft. He even made her laugh. There were whole minutes at a time when she was able to forget the big, black abyss that had opened up in her life tonight. They talked for two hours and at the end of their talk she was so tired that she slept.

DAVE SCREAMED AT JAMIE AND ANGUS NOT TO LIFT THE CASUALTY BUT it was already too late. He could see that Jamie, standing at Connor's head, had taken the weight and was amazed by it. People always were. You could double a man's weight when he was injured or dead. And then there was his Bergen too. Bad enough without fucking mines every six inches.

He could barely watch Jamie's attempts not to stagger. Mal had marked the path more clearly with tape and once the body was up the pair had to exit in a straight line and then swing sharply to the left on a tight arc to reach the stretcher.

They had laid it out in the safe area which had been cleared around Broom. Even from here you could see a black mass of something there which might be leg or it might be flies or maybe both.

Jamie stayed firm, but until he could get his arms more securely under Connor's shoulders, his body was bent at a weird angle to compensate for his poor grip.

Dave's hand was on his forehead as he watched, as though he had received a blow to the head or was trying to ward one off. There was a tense silence all around the clearing. Binns and Mal were just stepping off the minefield and into the woods, Binns looking wretched. And, suddenly, the enemy opened fire.

Two shots from an AK47 ripped into the silence, cracking open the tension like an eggshell. Within a moment Finn's gimpy was chattering back, and so were at least ten rifles. Streaky was sure he saw the shadow of a man in the distant trees fall. He saw it because the field and the trees and the weeds and the lone figures at the centre of the clearing lit up suddenly like a stage.

The explosions were a series of lightning strikes ripping out of the ground and across the field. Everyone felt the hot breath on their faces. The men from 3 Section along the more distant edges received the explosions like a large fist punching them, a few felt the patter of shrapnel on their helmets or the searing rip of it on their exposed skin. Others received the debris of stones and branches as the trees that protected them were torn. And in the centre of the field the two soldiers, their casualty hanging between them, were turned to stone.

The two watched as one mine detonated and set off another and they waited helplessly for the string of explosions to reach them. No one, not even Dave, could do anything but watch as shrapnel was thrown into the air and plumes of black smoke shot up. It was a volcano and they were powerless against its might.

The first detonation had been at the far end of the field but, as each mine set off those around it, the explosions moved closer. The rational side of Dave had so far counted five explosions, but there had probably been more than ten mines involved. And then, when the end of the field was a smoking, burning, dusty hell, the detonation stopped.

Everyone waited for the next explosion. They were motionless, as though even breathing too heavily could detonate a mine. And then, in silence, Jamie and Angus began to continue their painstaking extraction towards the stretcher. It took a moment for Dave to see that Angus's arm was bright red.

'Christ, what's happened to you, McCall?' he yelled.

Angus did not respond. Neither he nor Jamie looked up. They were near the stretcher now and the safe area.

'He's been hit…' said Mal, walking back up the mine path again to where Angus and Jamie were settling Connor on the stretcher.

Dave knew it was useless to stop him. The boss tried, without success.

'Mr Angry…' Mal said from a distance. There was no room for a third person inside the tape.

'Fuck off.'

'You're wounded.'

Angus was shaking. 'Just fuck off, Mal.'

'We can get his Bergen off now. You can take it,' said Jamie.

He was shaking too.

'Angus, for Chrissake let me see the arm.'

'No.'

Blood was dripping from it now. Part of the sleeve was missing.

'Morphine!' said Mal.

'Not fucking likely,' said Angus. 'I don't want to go back to Bastion.'

'Let me carry Connor, then. You're a danger to everyone like that,' said Mal. And, amazingly, Angry moved aside for him and then stumbled off, carrying Connor's Bergen, down the track.

Mal immediately bent over Connor.

'Well?' bawled Dave.

'Still alive!'

'Don't do medic stuff, the Chinook's landing soon,' yelled Dave. Wait for a Black Hawk and you could wait until Christmas.

'It's landing in five minutes!' called the boss.

Mal and Jamie picked up the stretcher and began the slow, hot, march down the field for the last time.

'Angry's taken a hit there,' Mal said to Jamie.

'So have I.'

'You what?'

'I've been hit.'

'Where?'

'Ribs. I'm OK. It bounced off my body armour, just like last time. But I can feel it. Just like last time.'

'Holy shit,' said Mal.

'It's OK. It was probably only an AK47 this time,' said Jamie. But his voice sounded weak and the second he was relieved of the stretcher by 2 Section he sat down on the hard woodland floor and put his head in his hands.

Angus's arm was already being treated.

'Looks as if you've been in a knife fight,' said McKinley.

'Did I take a round?' asked Angus.

'I think you took shrapnel but it's too full of shit to tell now.'

Blood was seeping through faster than McKinley could dress the wound.

'I won't do more because you'll be on a Chinook in a few minutes.'

'I won't!' roared Angus.

'You will, McCall,' said Dave.

'Sarge…'

'McCall, you're going,' said the boss.