"Come on, there"s nothing else to do."
We went back to the accommodation, another set of Portakabins.
We"d dumped our kit on the beds as soon as we"d arrived an hour before, then gone straight to the briefing room. I had a nylon Parabag and bergen containing all my equipment, the most important bit of which was my Walkman, with a couple of self-compiled tapes of Madness, Sham 69, the hymn "Jerusalem" from Chariots of Fire, and a bit of Elgar. I pulled open my bergen and strewed everything all over the bed. Out fell my sleeping bag and running kit.
James and I ran around the perimeter fence, past Chinooks and aircrew who were busy licking ice creams.
As we turned one corner, I said, "Look at that!" Sitting on the tarmac about a hundred meters away was a bit of machinery that I knew existed but had never seen: a long black spy plane of the USAF, all weirdly angled surfaces and very mean-looking. I didn"t know why, but it somehow made me feel more confident that our job Half an hour later we were having a shower, then running around trying to find out where the aircrew had got their ice creams.
We had some scoff that night and sorted out our kit.
We"d been told to bring different types of civvy clothes with us, together with different types of body armor, overt and covert, to cater for every option. Among the four of us we had M16s, a couple of sniper rifles, MP5s, MP5Ks, MB5SDs, and a couple of Welrod silenced pis would be on. 386 tols; already on site would be different types of explosives to cover everything from blowing a wall to taking doors off. We also had all types of night-viewing aids, including pa.s.sive night-viewing goggles that we might need to wear as we were moving in, and an infrared torch for our weapon, so we could move along without being seen; we still didn"t know whether we"d be wearing a pair of jeans and covert body armor and a pair of trainers, or green military kit, or going in with the full counterterrorist black kit.
Lat item in the Parabag was a day sack, stuffed with hemacell plasma subst.i.tute and "giving sets." If there were any major gunshot wounds, they"d have to be managed and stabilized until we got back.
Once the kit was checked we sat down to watch six hours of Fawlty Towers on video.
In the morning we read the papers, listened to the radio, watched a bit of telly. There was simply nothing else to do. In the end we dragged some of the plastic chairs outside and sat in the sun.
About midmorning two wagons turned up, and some blokes from G Squadron started piling out. They"d been down to the ranges doing some night shooting. First one out was Tony, who I knew quite well.
"Thank f.u.c.k you lot have turned up," he said.
"I see, good job then, I take it?"
"It"s a bag of s.h.i.t. No one knows what the f.u.c.k"s going on.
We"ve got two more days, I think, then you"re taking over."
"So you don"t know anything?"
"Only that we"re here."
All we knew was what the Int boy had told us. John McCarthy and Terry Waite were hostages in Beirut, together with an Irishman called Brian Keenan and countless Americans, and every agency, man, and dog in the Western world was running around trying to find them. if any of them were found, including the Yanks, we were going to go and lift them.
We went and had a brew and I asked Tony, "Have you been over there?"
"Yeah. Boring as f.u.c.k- There"s a couple of boys over there at the moment, in the emba.s.sy or consulate"or whatever. They"re sorting out all the LSs [landing sites], and they"re the link between the emba.s.sy and us. Any information that"s coming through, they"re giving us a shout."
"And have they sent anything?"
"Jack s.h.i.t. We"re just running around like loonies at the moment.
It"s the normal thing. This time next week it"ll be binned, bet you anything. The only positive thing i is that there"s got to be something up; otherwise they wouldn"t have moved us here.)" "What"s it like over there?"
"Just like you"ve seen on the news, really. Buildings full of shrapnel, piles of rubble, loads of old Mercs. To be honest, I didn"t take that much interest. I"ll believe it when I see it on this one.
I"ll spark up when they find them and want us to go and do it.
All it is is another house a.s.sault. The only good thing so far is that we"ve got free sungla.s.ses out of it." He pulled out some Ray 0 Bans and put them on.
"They"re all right, aren"t they?"
"Freebies? How come?"
"We were practicing this a.s.sault on the ranges, coming in on a Chinook.
The idea was we"d come in near the building, and as the heli lands the tailgate comes down and we just pile out" I and do it-running or in the light strike vehicles. It"s al dark inside the Chinook, of course.
There"s twelve of us sitting there with belt kit and body armor on, everybody"s carrying MP fives and G threes and all sorts. We were ready to start World War Three.
"The tailgate comes down, we run out straight into the sun, and-f.u.c.k!
We"re blinded! We couldn"t see jack s.h.i.t. It was a live attack, and all we heard was "Stop!
Stop!" Sean was going Apes.h.i.t. "Stop! Unload!" We un 388 loaded, and he said, "What the f.u.c.k"s going on?
f.u.c.king h.e.l.l, call yourselves Special Air Service soldiers?" "But we can"t see f.u.c.k all!" We"d missed all the targets. So the pilot saunters up and says, "Well, you"ve just come out of a dark aircraft, haven"t you, you d.i.c.kheads?" We ended up being given aviator gla.s.ses.
Mind you, we had a honk."
"Why"s that?"
"Ray - Bans. We wanted Oakley Blades."
What Tony was saying reflected the att.i.tude on a lot of jobs, which was very downbeat. We were going to do a house a.s.sault in Beirut and bring home the bacon. So what? It was pointless getting excited or concerned until we found out what was going on and where they were-if they were still alive. n.o.body had even confirmed that much. So no one was hyper, running around and screaming: "We"ve got to do this, we"ve got to save the hostages." When the job happened, the job happened.
All the principles were exactly the same as for any other house a.s.sault.
Only the area was different, and it was in a hostile environment. Again, so what? We"d got guns, we"d got the apt.i.tude and the att.i.tude, we had body armor, and we had aircraft-what more could we ask for?
G Squadron disappeared for the rest of the day. Sean got the four of us together and said, "We"re going to have this trickle system going through. You four from B Squadron will take over, and in two days" time we"ll send back four from G Squadron and just have a gentle tick-over so we"ve got continuity on the ground. The score"s the same as normal.
You"re in isolation, and you stay here. Mail can come in and out every day, you"ve got phone calls, and there"ll be a run to the market every morning for soap and s.h.i.t."
"What about the aircrew? Where are they?"
"The aircrew are staying downtown in a hotel." "Ah, lovely," we honked.
It was always the same; we"d be in isolation, but the aircrew, who knew as much as we did, were put up in hotels or messes.
I turned to James and said, "Please do not feed the animals."
That was it for the day. There was a little multigym to f.u.c.k about with, but we soon got bored with that. I sat on my bed listening to the Walkman and reading the paper; then I wrote a letter home to Fiona.
"Hopefully that insurance claim will come through," I said.
"Just go ahead and get what color you like." We"d tipped some paint on the kitchen carpet, and I"d only got around to doing the claim form the day before I left. "PS: I promise I"ll fix that leak in the roof."
Every time I got organized to do the repair, I"d been called away.
It had become a standing joke.
Next morning everybody was got together in the briefing room.
Tony was given the good news that he wasn"t going back; his four were staying, and another four of G Squadron were sent home. It was funny, it always seemed that we took over something that G Squadron had initiated. Still, it was a good chance to take the p.i.s.s out of them for being so incompetent that they had to be replaced.
A television set and video machine had been set up on a table in one corner. The slime stood up and said, "This is a video run of possible areas in Beirut where these people might be held. Nothing"s confirmed, but these are the general areas so you can orientate yourselves a bit."
He started to run the videotape, which had come from the guys on the ground in Beirut. They"d been looking at the areas, driving them and walking them. They were taking photographs and doing video runs with covert cameras, looking at landing sites in and around possible targets, and security-both building -wise and physically, with guards.
They even studied the state of the traffic outside. Was it busy, was it quiet, were there little side streets? Was there a good escape route in and out?
They"d rigged up a camera in a van and driven around the areas.
The place was in s.h.i.t state. The video was bouncing up and down, occasionally showing a glimpse of a dirty windscreen. It looked like something out of a World in Action report.
There"s quite a skill to operating undercover in an urban environment.
It"s a matter of trying to do normal things, while working to a different agenda; how you do this will vary according to the climate, prosperity, and traditions of the country you are operating in. A large city like Cairo or Bangkok is an anonymous place with a large population of floaters or drifters and plenty of public transport and public facilities. People keep themselves to themselves, and as long as the way you look and behave doesn"t attract attention, you can move around freely. A place like Beirut, however, with strong family networks, local loyalties, or a repressive political regime, will be much harder to move about in-and movement is important: It"s easier not to be asked questions if you"re not standing still.
Simon, the Int Corps fellow, spoke fluent Arabic and had spent most of his working life in the Middle East, including a long tour with the Sultan of Oman"s forces as an Int collater and a spell in Beirut itself when the Brits supplied people to the UN forces. Now a warrant officer, he had been with the Regiment for many years.
He said, "I"ll warn you of something now. It"s such a f.u.c.king maze and there"s so many different factions running around that if you"re in the s.h.i.t-if the operation goes wrong and you"re not killed and survive-I can promise you you"ll land up best mates with Terry Waite.
The sooner you"re in, and the sooner you"re out, the better." I wondered what would happen if I did become a hostage. I knew that I"d have a hard time initially, getting filled in, but after that I"d land up sharing a p.i.s.s-pot with old Tel. At that stage I didn"t really worry about it; the moment I knew the exact location we were going to hit, I would make it my business to learn by heart the locations of all the emba.s.sies and consulates and the location of the American University of Beirut and the main areas where all the reporters lived.
But, I told myself-and it was a big but-there was no way I was going to get captured. I had a big gun, loads of rounds, and it would all be over and done with in a quarter of an hour. No f.u.c.ker was going to stop me getting back on the heli.
James sparked up and said, "When do we get over to Beirut then and have a look?"
"That"s being organized now with the emba.s.sies. The boys over there at the moment will rig it all up and orientate you quickly. The helicopter"s going to be doing some more practice runs in the next couple of days. As soon as that happens, we"ll get you on board and off you go.
"The people in the emba.s.sies are trying to organize some tennis courts as an LS. A friendly power wants to pull its emba.s.sy staff out of the area as a cost-saving measure, but politically they can"t be seen to withdraw.
By their letting us use their emba.s.sy gardens and tennis courts as a helicopter landing site, we"re getting two birds killed with one stone.
We secure a method of infil and exfil, and as part of the bargain we"ll pick all their people up and bring them back with us.
They could then say that they"d had to withdraw because they"d helped the Brits.
"We can get some helis in there easily and quickly, which will obviously make it easier to get into the center of the city. Or we might have to go in covertly; "we don"t really know yet."
Sean stood up and said, "If you G Squadron lads want to bin it then, see you!"
He then started to give the rest of us a brief. "What we"re looking at just now are three main options. Once intelligence comes in and it"s confirmed where they are-a.s.suming that they are alive-we"ll then get the okay to go. Depending on where it is and the numbers required, we might have to call in the standby squadron.
However, that"s where you come into it: You"re here, and you"ve got the continuity, so you"ll be able to take them in.
"At the moment we"re looking at going straight in and doing a big crash and bang. Pumas or Chinooks, depending on where the target is and where we can get the aircraft in, then straight in and take it out, grab the hostages, into the aircraft and back over. The most important part of that for you is not so much getting in and getting them, because I know you can square that away, it"s if they"re in s.h.i.t state or if they"re wounded and need to be sorted out on the aircraft. We"ve got some major trauma care gear to go on the aircraft.
You"ll be taking the medic packs on target as well because we don"t have a clue what state they"ll be in. You might have to bung them on a stretcher.
"There"s a problem with refueling. We"re just trying to work it out. We hope we can get in with the Chinook because they"ve got internal fuel tanks on board. If it"s Pumas, we might have to refuel in Beirut, but again, that"s being organized at the moment. Another possibility is that the Americans will refuel us at sea.
"So that"s the first and most ideal option-a straightforward, hard-hitting, quick attack: Get in there, get them, and get out. But until we know where they are, it"s one for the back burner.
"The next option is again to go in by heli. There"s normal helicopter traffic going in and out, so no problem there-landing and moving covertly in vehicles.
"The way we"re looking at it at the moment is that the boys already there will get us on target; we don"t even have. e to know where we"re going. It would be a green option [in normal army uniform]. The vans stop at the target; we go straight in and do it.
Then back in the vans and go for it back to the nearest safety area and organize the helis to get us out. At the moment that"s not our problem; that doesn"t interest us. All we want to know is where the target is so we can hit it and get these people out.
"The last option is a covert entry and covert exfil.
How we"d do that I don"t know: whether we go over by boat and get picked up by the boys from the emba.s.sy, I just don"t know."
James said, "There"s nothing I like more than taking over a well-organized job. Good one, G Squadron!"
"Well, that"s all we know," Sean said. "The one and only thing we do know for sure is that we"ve been sent here. There might or might not be a job on in Beirut, but if there is, it"s to rescue the hostages. You four," he said, pointing to us, "get your weapons, go down the range, and rezero and check them out. I then want you to see Tony; he"ll show you the four G Squadron blokes who are leaving, and they"ll start handing over the medical kit and HE."
Still in jeans and trainers, we drove down to the range. We zeroed G3s, .203s, MP5s and tested all the magazines. Everybody was fairly nonchalant and bored.
We knew our weapons were zeroed, but we had to check them.
We cleaned the weapons and went over to G Squadron for the equipment handover. We "Checked all the hemocell, all the giving sets, the fold-up nylon stretchers, first field dressings, oxygen sets. We also had little miner"s lights to wear around our heads for working on somebody at night, and inflatable antishock trousers, an excellent bit of American kit, which are wrapped around the lower body and then pumped up to restrict the flood of blood and keep fluids in the top half of the body; the basic aim of trauma management is to stop the loss of blood and replace fluids, and that"ll keep them alive. If we can keep them screaming, they"re breathing.
The blokes from G Squadron were well pleased to be off. Later in the day, as they boarded the aircraft, they thought they"d got away with not giving their Ray - Bans over. But Sean appeared from nowhere and said, "And don"t forget the gla.s.ses; they"re squadron property."
For the next couple of days we were hanging around again. If we weren"t eating, we were going for a run around the compound, and if we weren"t doing that, we were training. We had to practice all the different options because we still didn"t know how we were going to get in, and at that stage we didn"t even know exactly where the hostages were being held or the layout of the buildings.
Everything was getting in motion. All we had to do was jump in the aircraft and go in and do the option that had been decided on. The objective never changed; that had to be to drag them out of there as quickly as we could and get away. We had no idea of the condition they were going to be in. They might need stabilizing; they might be in s.h.i.t state; they might be drugged; they might be totally exhausted and incapable of moving. So we"d have to take the lotyen down to bolt cutters so we could cut them away from whatever they were chained to.
We had computer-enhanced pictures of what they might look like now-with beards, without beards, having lost weight, lost some hair, some with graying hair, some with scarred faces or wearing gla.s.ses.
We would be going into a hostile environment quickly, so it very much had to be a matter of speed, aggression, and surprise. By the time they were starting to react, we"d be gone. For ten minutes of work, it might take ten weeks of preparation to get it right. We were practicing, practicing, practicing, but as soon as we got the okay, we would be ready to go.
We practiced going in by helicopter, then moving into vehicles and dropping off at different points around the location and all walking in at the same time. We"d done it plenty of times over the water; everybody just casually walks in and bang! It then goes overt as soon as everybody"s in the area. You"re banging and crashing,.you"re getting through to the target, and there"s either vehicles or a helicopter coming in to get you out.
We also practiced going in by boat. We"d meet somebody at the beachhead, who would then put us in vehicles and drive us off to the target. At the same time a helicopter would be holding off; as soon as we went bang, crash, the helis would come in; they would either lift us direct or get into the emba.s.sy and wait for us to arrive by vehicle.
Another version we tried was for the heli to go straight in.
People already on the ground would have marked the area. We"d fast-rope down, take the building out, and while that was happening, the heli either still airborne, waiting, or it goes and sets down.
The people on the ground covered the helicopter, and that became part of the exfiltration.
Eventually it looked as though it was going to be a helicopter going into the emba.s.sy; from there we would sort ourselves and go in on target by vehicle. We"d get in there, get McCarthy, Waite, and anybody else who wanted a free ticket out of town, and come back in vehicles to the emba.s.sy. As soon as the first heli lifted off, there would be another one holding up to come in. The priority would be to get the hostages out on the first heli, with any other civilian personnel that were there.