Andy McNab - War torn

'One more month,' Dave reminded him. 'Then you can put everything right again.'

'Yeah,' said Jamie. The mail had arrived and there had been nothing from Agnieszka.

Dave saw Mal also looking miserable after the blueys were handed out.

'One more month,' he said. 'Then you can get back to Wythenshawe and sort things out.'

Mal shook his head.

'Nah, you were right, Sarge. My family wants me to keep away. They say I'll only make things worse. So I s'pose I'll stay in barracks and they'll come down to see me.'

'It's not nice to feel you can't go home,' said Dave. He wasn't sure Mal was capable of staying away and keeping out of a fight.

'What's the matter with everyone?' he asked Sol. 'We've got one month to go and no one's getting excited.'

'It's because of Martyn. And it's because some people remember that home isn't always so nice when you get there.'

Dave was surprised. 'You don't feel that way, Sol, do you?'

'Listen, I can't wait to see Adi and the kids. I just can't wait. But there's always this strange period when I first get back. I sort of don't know what to do with myself. Because Adi's so used to doing everything and she doesn't know how to make room for me. Know what I mean?'

'Yeah. Jenny's always different when I get back. I mean, she's always changed the way we do things and she expects me just to know it.'

Sol looked worried.

'We've waited and waited to see each other. But then I get there and I just have to keep out of Adi's way so I don't go upsetting her.'

'Everything's going to be different in our house anyway because of the new baby.'

'So have you agreed on a name?' asked Sol cautiously. 'Adi said it would probably be Lisa.'

'Lisa. Oh, no. Don't say Jen's back to that one.'

'It's a nice name.'

'It's the name of an auntie who died or something. And I don't like it. I hope she hasn't registered the baby as Lisa.' Going away for six months relieved you of a lot of responsibility. And that meant you sacrificed some of your rights. But Dave thought that helping to decide your baby's name shouldn't be one of them.

'What do you want to call her, then?' asked Sol.

'One of the old-fashioned names like Ruby or Sophie. I used to like Emily but I've gone off that…'

'What does Jenny say?'

'She says: no way.'

In the cookhouse, over a brew, in the back of the wagons, in the toilets and around the cots, voices could be heard at any time: 'What the fuck is happening? Where are the fucking Jedi, if that's what we're waiting for? When is this operation?'

With three days to go until the deadline, tension became acute. Action in the ops room was frantic. But action in the ops room never seemed to translate into action on the ground. Finally, a Chinook arrived.

About twelve men ambled out of it, tin teapots hanging from their Bergens. They wore flipflops, shorts and tasteless shirts.

'Yes!' said Angus, punching the air. 'It's them!'

'Looks like the cream of the British Army, teapots at the ready,' said Jamie.

'And just when I was thinking of lengthening my odds again,' Finn said.

Dave called 1 Platoon into the Cowshed for prayers.

'We've been very patient,' the boss told them. 'At last, this is what we've been waiting for. We're going to rescue Martyn.'

He explained that they would be leaving the base early tomorrow. The SAS would be in the wagons with them, dressed in camouflage to look like the rest of the lads. R Company would help them take the site and the SAS would find the hostage.

'Right. Synchronize watches. In one minute it will be-'

The lads looked at each other.

'Er, sir,' said Dave. 'You've forgotten the prayers.'

The boss looked back at him and blinked.

'That's it. That's all there is.'

'But… where we are going?' asked Dave.

The Cowshed was suddenly still. No one moved a muscle.

'I don't know. We haven't been told.'

'Well, is it a very large compound? Is there any kind of internal map…?'

The boss shrugged.

'I don't know. It could be the size of Buckingham Palace or it could be a shepherd's hut.'

There was a silence. Dave looked at the lads and every face stared back at him.

'Just take all the weapons you can carry,' he said. 'In case it's Buckingham Palace.'

The boss coughed. 'One more thing. It has been very hard for the British to retain this operation. The Americans wanted to take it over and run it in their own way with their own forces. We don't agree with their approach and feel it could be detrimental to our relationship with the Afghans. So we're doing it, and we're doing it our way with, apart from the Regiment, only the men we happen to have here on the ground: bussing in reinforcements is the kind of manoeuvre that might alarm the kidnappers. I need hardly tell you, then, that if things go wrong there will be a lot of international mud-slinging. Not just this company's reputation but the reputation of the British Army is at stake.'

1 Platoon agreed in the cookhouse afterwards that they didn't care about the reputation of the company or the British Army. They just wanted to find Martyn.

As before any major operation, everyone wanted to use the phone. Twice that evening it was double-booked and fights broke out. Jamie, who had been waiting patiently for his turn, saw that it was not going to come. He walked briskly around the perimeter a few times, trying to walk his worries about Agnieszka out of his system. He faced battle fearlessly. Only his wife could induce this sense of panic.

Finally he went back to his cot. Binns and Bacon were there, just leaving for the cookhouse.

'Hey, Jamie, we forgot to finish your story. About the frog!' They did a few frog impressions to remind him.

'Ribbit, ribbit!'

'Yeah,' said Jamie, without smiling. 'I know. I was never in the mood.'

'Let's finish it now,' they said.

Jamie shook his head.

'No point. I'll be seeing Luke in a few more weeks.'

He was delving in his day sack for something.

Binns and Streaky shrugged helplessly at each other.

'Woman trouble,' muttered Streaky as they left. As soon as they were gone, Jamie pulled out the cellphone Agnieszka had given him. He had to communicate with her somehow. He had to tell her how much he loved her. And to make sure she knew that, however bad she was feeling, he would soon be there for her.

He switched it on, glancing constantly towards the door as it found the signal. He was about to start his message when the phone told him he had a message waiting. This surprised him. Agnieszka didn't want him to use this mobile any more for some reason, so it was strange that she had used it herself.

He opened the message.

It said: 'I love another man now.'

He read it again.

It still said: 'I love another man now.'

He read it again and then again. The message was written in ice. It was freezing his hand. It was freezing his body. It was freezing his heart. If someone walked in he knew that he would be powerless to switch off the phone and to hide it. Afterwards he found the phone in the day sack. But he could not remember putting it away.

I love another man now.

JENNY DROPPED VICKY OFF AT NURSERY AND THEN PUT THE BABY IN HER pram. She was trying to get herself back into shape before Dave came home and had just been given her post-op all-clear. On the days Vicky went to nursery, Jenny aimed to walk three miles a day, and walk quickly.

She liked the crisp autumn air. She liked the way the camp was sleepy on weekday mornings when all the kids were at school. She liked the way the sun shone now: brightly but not oppressively.

The fastest route to the countryside was past Agnieszka's house and she glanced at the windows and thought she saw the Polish girl's face there. She waved, but Agnieszka was gone.