A true story of my time as a Terrorist hostage rescuer.
Memories are a powerful for with out memories our lives would be nothing.
My world changed forever that day so many years ago, I was called into my commanding officers office and asked if I wanted to volunteer to help to overcome the many terrorist hostage situations that were becoming the normal everyday life for many people in the UK.
It took me all of two seconds to make up my mind the answer was yes, like many other people, I was sick, and to the back teeth of all the terrorist activity that was happening in my country, and now I had a chance to do something about it. With good man ringing in my ears I went out of the door to meet with the men that I would train with for the next year or so, in fact our training never stopped it would go on until the day I left the Regiment.
The first day back after a short break was like going back to school, everything that I had ever been taught as a soldier was thrown out of the window from now on I would be taught the art of fighting dirty and without any mercy at all. I was about to experience a trip of a life time and from now on the gloves were coming of in the fight against terrorism, I was trained with all sorts of weapons from Automatic pistols that we used to modify to take extra ammunition to all kinds of explosives that would get us into buildings quickly and with minimum loss of life to the hostages.
I quickly fell into my new life and my new role in this life would be the entry team leader, in short, my role would be to find a way in to any building or aircraft or train then take out with my men any terrorist that held any hostage. Then get the hostages out quickly then disappear as quickly as we had appeared. I had been in the regiment for little over six months like many others before me I had fancied my chances of being a special force soldier in the British Army. Moreover, to my utter amazement I had passed selection at the first go, through gritted teeth and determination I had endured many cold wet and bruised ego and months of utter pain to get were I was now.
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