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No ammunition and no cover. It would be suicide and that came extra. We weren’t getting paid by Bin Laden.
A guy, my size with a number one crew cut, dressed in nothing but leather chaps and a waistcoat, took one look at Des chasing me and called out, “If I were you, darling’, I’d slow down a bit. He’s just gorgeous!”
One guy was propped against the bulkhead, He had a gun in his hand but he was in a shit state and bleeding from his throat and guts. The plastic bottle did the trick again as I double-tapped him to the head. You’d do it for a dog, wouldn’t you?
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