The true story told by Jack Quinn. Upon arrival in Rhodesia in 1972 as an immigrant Jack knew he would at some point have to do national service. A requirement laid down by the government. Jack didn't realise that within two years, he'd be serving in Rhodesia's killing machine, the Rhodesian Light Infantry 3 commando 13 troop. Afterwards continuing with the 2nd Rhodesia Regiment C company. This is a true story, an epic one, of a man fighting for survival in one of Africa's never to be forgotten wars. Written in fiction format the reader will enjoy the horror sadistically humorous sides of war. The way men survive the horrors twisting it to their own effectively overcoming the nightmares of conflict.
At that very moment the same rpd terrorist gunner opened up again. Firing a long salvo into the tree next to me inches above my head. The firing was loud bullets whizzed over my nut as his rpd proceeded to chop down the tree that I had taken as a prize piece of real estate to protect me. Bits of dirty brown bark and wood flew off the tree. I was drenched in a shower of wood chips. The tree shook violently from the impact of the bullets smashing repetitively into it.
I found total fear in those few seconds! Unable to move I tried to push myself into the earth. And did my best not to shit in my shorts!
I couldn’t move, if I did, I was dead!
At that very moment the same rpd terrorist gunner opened up again. Firing a long salvo into the tree next to me inches above my head. The firing was loud bullets whizzed over my nut as his rpd proceeded to chop down the tree that I had taken as a prize piece of real estate to protect me. Bits of dirty brown bark and wood flew off the tree. I was drenched in a shower of wood chips. The tree shook violently from the impact of the bullets smashing repetitively into it.
I found total fear in those few seconds! Unable to move I tried to push myself into the earth. And did my best not to shit in my shorts!
I couldn’t move, if I did, I was dead!
