By Paul Jordan
From his cage in a putrid, overcrowded Indian gaol, Paul Jordan displays on a existence lived at the area and curses the miscalculation that robbed him of his freedom. His formative years, marred via the lack of his father and brother, makes him hell bent on being the simplest of the easiest – an ambition he achieves by means of being chosen to affix the elite SAS. He survives the gut-wrenching education regime, deployment to the jungles of Asia and the horrors of genocide in Rwanda. On leaving the military, his new existence sees him pursuing criminals and gun-toting bandits, maintaining CNN newsmen because the US seventh Cavalry storms into Baghdad, and dealing with dying on a major scale as he accompanies journalists into the devastated Indonesian city of Banda discomfort, flattened via the Boxing Day tsunami. the straightforward Day was once the previous day is fast moving, brutally sincere, uncooked and laced with darkish humour – it's testomony to the facility of the human spirit to outlive.
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When I get dressed, this will be the first thing to go on. It has a piece of green cord attached to it so I can wear it around my neck. I also had the toe of an army sock threaded over the top of the compass to camouflage it when exposed. All items that could be tied to my pockets were. This prevented things falling out and compromising my patrol’s position. My purpose in packing my clothes with all this shit was to be able to survive in a hostile area should I be separated from both my webbing and my pack.
Right, you were captured at this location. ’ Away we went and I started my usual Geneva Convention reply while periodically being forced to jump up and down with the Comrade watching me. After an hour of this I was marched back to the waiting area and forced to kneel on my board. My board was my home for the duration of the interrogation phase. It was where I spent my time between sessions. It was about 30 centimetres wide and 150 centimetres long. Under foot I could feel that it was made of two lengths of rough-cut timber nailed to two cross members underneath.
Damn. I put my feet together and tried to lock my pyjama bottoms by squeezing my legs together. They fell a little, but still concealed my kit. ’ I should have told her to get fucked, but this was a test, and I was probably on thin ice given my last effort, so I just did it and that was the end of my pyjamas. They went straight to my ankles. So there I am jumping up and down with all the kit bouncing around. I would also say in my defence that it was very cold this particular evening. ‘Stop jumping.