'Full-on graphic detail ... you can practically taste the dust and the cordite' -- Daily Express
'The most vivid account ever of total combat on Iraq's frontline' -- The Sun
'A highly-charged, action filled, adrenalin-pumped, page-turning read that, frankly, knocks the socks off all previous British accounts in this genre' -- Sunday Telegraph
'One of the best first-hand accounts of combat that I've ever read'
-- Andy McNab
We all saw it at once. Half a dozen voices screamed 'Grenade!' simultaneously. Then everything went into slow motion. The grenade took an age to travel through its 20 metre arc. A dark, small oval-shaped package of misery the size of a peach ...
April 2004: Sgt Dan Mills and his platoon of snipers fly into southern Iraq, part of an infantry battalion sent to win hearts and minds. They were soon fighting for their lives.
Back home we were told they were peacekeeping. But there was no peace to keep. Because within days of arriving in theatre, Mills and his men were caught up in the longest, most sustained firefight British troops had faced for over fifty years.
This awe-inspiring account tells of total war in throat-burning winds and fifty-degree heat, blasted by mortars and surrounded by heavily armed militias. For six months, they fought alone: isolated, besieged and under constant enemy fire. Their heroic stand a modern-day Rorke's Drift.
From the Back Cover
knees and aggressively returning fire. Then we slipped away into pairs.
While one bloke got up and sprinted 10 feet back up the alleyway, the other
emptied all the rounds he could in the direction of the gunmen. Then the
pair swapped roles. Fire and Manouevre, fire and manouevre.
It was like the bank robbery scene in 'Heat'. It's amazing how well you
remember it all when you need to. But still the RPK poured lead at us. A
whole burst went straight between Smudge's legs as he was stopping to turn
and cover me.
'Average?!' I said as we looked at each other in amazement. Then we
carried on ...