Word spread that I’d been hurt in a gunfight and the squadron’s welfare officer had even called Suchi to explain how I’d suffered a bullet wound, though no extra details were passed on. Having become understandably freaked out, she called the base for an update. Not that I had any idea. As I rested up, my sergeant major knocked on the door. ‘Fucking hell, you Gurkhas!’ he laughed. ‘Do you guys not bother telling your family you’re OK?’ What do you mean? ‘Your wife, she’s called, wanting to know you’re still in one piece.’ I hit the roof and called Suchi back angrily.
