My Time Behind Enemy Lines

SAS operator William Stacey, fresh out of selection and advanced training is put onto a mission to Baghdad. Although he feels alone in his current squad, he’s made quick friends with Oliver Jacks an ambitious solider.

All is going fine till, Stacey takes a shot that spins his world upside and dropping his squad into a lot of trouble and danger.

Will Stacey (No Pun Intended) manage to pull his squad through, or will they one by one be captured.

Author Note.
Hey I know people don’t do it much but if you liked the story, can you follow and like so I know if I should keep publishing chapter.
I hope this to be the first in many adventures for Stacey and Jacks.

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6. Chapter Five - Silent Falshbacks

I don’t actually remember when I first signed up for the army. I was most likely 16 straight out of school, into a shitty job with little pay. Who spent most of his free time being wrecked on Call of Duty. Now I look back on it, i would describe myself as a self loathing asshole, it’s true people used to think I was an absolute Dickhead. But when I got to 18 I started seeing financial problems creeping in. My job wasn’t paying and I was owed hundreds or pounds. My parent wanted me out or I was to pay rent, and shit... I wasn’t ready for it.

Dad told me to get another job, but I said dad they will pay, they said they would. Obviously that was absolute bullshit. To this day I’ve seen none of that money, and I don’t really care any more.

I was walking down the street in my local town when I saw a man on the side of the street, he was homeless. Fully grown beard and hair down past his shoulders, Dirty clothing and Fading shoes. I walked up to him and engaged him in conversation.

“Hey, you alright man” I asked

“Yeah, I’m great man, how bout you” he smiled politely.

“Yeah I’m good”

“Good... Good” he stutters, “you look like shit”

“Nah mate I’m good, yo you want something to eat, I was on my ways down to Betty’s”, his eyes lit up at the word of food, “I insist” I add quickly.

“If I’m not a burden” he smiles and starts to gather his stuff. I run to grab something and be as helpful as I can.

We start to walk down the street, I’m carrying this strangers stuff and offering food. I feel proud and engage him in conversation all the way to Betty’s.

As we enter, a waitress looks up and I see her smile fade, and a strict look appears on her face. She marches over.

“Excuse me, you’re aware you have to pay here, we ain’t given food for free” she spits at us. With a look of disgust on my face I return to her Five words.

“I’m paying, Table for Two”, she looks at me in disbeliefs, And asks for ID. Now this pissed me off, the stranger behind me, turns to leave, but I grab his arm to stop him.

“Why are you segregating us, this discrimination wont go unchecked... I’d like to speak to the manager, and you once she’s here I don’t want to see you out front in-till I’ve left the building, now get the manager” It’s and order not a request, and she senses this and runs for the Manager.

The managers is a tall woman, thin faced and cladded in make up. She wears a tight dress, suit jacket and looks very much like a candidate off the apprentice.

“What’s seems to be the problem” she asks

“Your waitress has asked us to leave for no other reason, apart from her disgust, and disregard for this man and I”

“Well your filt... well.. ah... right this way” she leads us to a table right in the corner of the small room, as far as possible from the regular customers.

“Two coffees and Two English breakfasts please, and is there a restroom, my friend here needs to freshen up” I ask

As the man leaves to go the toilet, I snap at the manager.

“How dare you treat this man differently to anyone else, I unlike him am not homeless, it just shows how closed minded you are. Now when this man comes back I request you apologise to him for any inconvenience, and offer him a free beverage and refreshment. Then I want you to go that little girl in the back room and shout at her for discriminating my friend and tell her that any homeless person is welcome in your restaurant. Now to make myself clear if I find out, you treat anyone different to how you treat them over there, then madam we will have a problem and we’ll see how the courts favour your approach. Got it, now go get us the food”

“... yes.. sir...” she walks away briskly.

The meal was surprisingly good, the bacon was amazing and the sausage were on point. Shame the waitress was a bitch and the manger weak. Me and my new friend discussed our lives and I learnt that he was a war veteran that had lost everything when he returned from the front line, his wife and kids he lost his home and all his money.

We discussed the war, and how he enjoyed it but hated it at the same time. We started to discuss where he wanted to go next. He said he wanted to gather some money and try to get off the streets into a cheep flat around the corner and then find a job and make his way back into society.

I said that I had no clue what I wanted to do with my life and he said that the army is where you really learn who you are and some of his best friends he met in the ranks. As we spoke he became more comfortable and started to discuss things I never thought I’d be discuss with a man I just met. He asks me if I had a woman in my life. Unfortunately No I replied. He argued that I was to handsome not to have a lady and I replied, “I just need work”.

Again the army entered my mind, i was always scared of war, what would it feel like to be shot or to kill a man. In history all they talked about was the spoils of war in-till WW1, where shit got real.

I paid for the meal and we left, as we went to part ways, I gave him my mobile and told him to call if he needed help with anything. And gave £50 which was in my pocket. He needed it more than me. He again thanked me for the food and said he’d call if he’d need help. I shook his hand firmly and patted his shoulder.

“Intill next time my friend, Keep safe” I say

“And you, brother... may God guise you and light your path” he replied.

I grasped him by the arm and drew him close and whispered in his ear, “Good Luck”

“And you... I’ll see you around... thanks again”

Later that day I enlisted in the army and was told I had to wait 3 months, to training started. So I buckled up for 3 more months of shit pay.

*****

BANG!

I wake with a start, I’m surrounded by darkness. I feel something press against my leg, it’s my rifle. I grab it and turn on the flash light. I look around to see men waking, and grabbing weapons.

“Sir... it’s coming from other there” he points to the village.

“Ok, prepare yourself, we’re moving in.

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