Once A Pilgrim: a breathtaking, pulse-pounding SAS thriller. James Deegan

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9.

      LESS THAN HALF a mile away, LCpl John Carr’s Land Rover led the three-vehicle Parachute Regiment/RUC patrol in through the big steel gates to Woodbourne police station, and parked up.

      It was just before 13:00hrs, and within a matter of minutes the ravenous Toms were wolfing down police canteen sausage and chips, full of cackling and abuse.

      Lt Guy de Vere carried his metal tray to the table and sat down opposite Scouse Parry and John Carr.

      ‘Not the sort of scoff you’re used to in the Officers’ Mess, boss,’ said Parry, shovelling a forkful of chips into his face, and winking at Carr. ‘But I bet you’re hungry.’

      Carr chuckled. ‘Aye,’ he said. ‘All that nervous energy, eh, Scouse?’

      De Vere smiled: after a morning in their company, he was just starting to get used to the soldiers’ gentle piss-taking.

      ‘I was more scared of Private Keogh’s driving than the PIRA,’ he said, cutting into a fat sausage.

      ‘Fucking hell, boss,’ said Keogh, next to him. ‘I’m the best driver in the battalion!’

      The other driver – Morris – shouted something abusive from the other end of the table. They all dissolved into raucous laughter, and de Vere started eating.

      When they’d all finished, Parry disappeared off and John Carr wandered over to the hatch and fetched them both a huge mug of steaming tea.

      ‘We’ve got five minutes, boss,’ he said. ‘Get your laughing gear round that.’

      ‘Thanks, Corp’l Carr.’

      They sat there, the tall, blond, well-bred Englishman and the dark, hard-faced Scot from the sprawling Edinburgh council estate: wildly different in many ways, but brought together by the uniform and pride in their work.

      Carr watched him sip the hot, sweet tea. He looked knackered, but then the special stresses and strains of walking the streets of Belfast in a British Army uniform did take it out of you, and it was worse when you were the FNG and trying to catch up. Young Guy de Vere would have learned more in this half-day than in his entire Army career to date. The episode with Conor Gilfillan… they didn’t teach you stuff like that at Sandhurst, thought Carr.

      It was as though de Vere had read his thoughts.

      ‘At least there’ll be no junior Gilfillans,’ he said. ‘After what you did to his bollocks.’

      Carr grinned. ‘There’s about a dozen of the little fuckers already, sadly,’ he said. ‘But the greasy wanker will remember you, alright, boss. Nasty wee shite.’

      ‘All those tricolour-painted kerbstones and murals,’ he said, leaning back and looking at Carr. ‘And the graffiti. Fuck the Brits. Troops Out. It’s not the most salubrious city, is it?’

      ‘Come again?’ said Carr.

      ‘Belfast. It’s a bit rough.’

      Carr picked at his teeth with a match. ‘Where are you from?’ he said.

      ‘Marlborough,’ said de Vere. ‘Well, a village not far from. My family has a farm there.’

      ‘Nice part of the world,’ said Carr, laconically. ‘I can see why you’d think Belfast was not very salubrious.’ He picked a bit of sausage out of his teeth, looked at it and put it back in his mouth. ‘But Belfast is better than where I’m from. See these semi-detacheds and nice rows of terraces?’ he said. ‘We dinnae have too many of them. Where I’m from, it’s all fucking tenements.’ He chuckled. ‘And we dinnae have the polis and the Army keeping order, neither. It’s dog eat fuckin’ dog.’

      He watched in amusement as de Vere blushed slightly.

      ‘So where are you from?’ said the young officer.

      ‘Niddrie, boss. East Edinburgh.’

      ‘I don’t think I know it.’

      ‘You wouldnae. Shitehole. Good for heroin, stabbings, single mums, and dogshite. That’s about it.’

      ‘Family all up there?’

      ‘Yeah.’

      ‘Girlfriend?’

      ‘Nah. I mean, I’ve got a bird, like, but I met her over here.’

      ‘Planning to get married?’

      ‘To Stella?’ Carr laughed, and then was serious. ‘Tell you the truth, I’ve not thought about it.’

      ‘Father in the Army?’

      ‘In the war. But he left as soon as he could, like. He didnae like being fucked about by posh English bastards. No offence.’

      It was de Vere’s turn to laugh. ‘I’m certainly English,’ he said, ‘and some might say I was posh, but my parents were married and I promise not to fuck you about any more than I absolutely have to.’ He paused for a moment. ‘So what made you join?’

      Carr thought for a moment. ‘Always wanted to be a soldier,’ he said. ‘Since I was a boy.’ He grinned. ‘I like a good scrap, boss, and there’s no better way to get yourself into a scrap than join the Paras.’

      ‘And what are your plans?’

      ‘Selection.’

      ‘The SAS?’

      ‘Aye. I’m down for the next course.’

      ‘Good luck.’

      ‘No such thing. Hard work and mental strength, that’s what’ll get me through.’

      De Vere polished off his tea and looked round the room.

      His eye fell on Mick Parry, deep in conversation with the two RUC men.

      ‘Corporal Parry seems an impressive guy,’ he said.

      ‘Sound as a pound,’ said Carr. ‘Hard fucker, like. But fair. The blokes love him. Officers, not so much.’

      De Vere nodded.

      ‘Brave, as well,’ said Carr. ‘Where we met Gilfillan, down on Ballygomartin? We were there three weeks back. Friday night. Drizzly, it was. Road was wet. Fucking joyriders come down there at seventy, maybe eighty. Stolen XR2i.’

      He paused.

      ‘You know we lost one of the guys to a joyrider at the start of the tour? Never stopped. Hit him on the white line in Andytown. Good mate of mine. Fucking tragic.’

      De Vere said, ‘Yes, I know about the incident.’

      ‘Ever since that, the blokes are fucking twitchy about joyriders,’ said СКАЧАТЬ