At last

Came across this when I returned some books to the library, and saw Baghdad Burning Volume 2 on display. Now, although I visit this blog fairly regularly, it's a lot easier to read a book, than online, so I went to the catalogue to track down Volume 1. It was on loan, but I went to the shelves to see what else was parked at that Dewey number.

Picked up Andy McNab's Bravo Zero Two for the first time and flicked through it. Scanning page 280, I spotted the following:

The door opened and I saw daylight. I stretched out my arms, palms upwards, in a gesture of helplessness.

'I can't move,' I said. ''Stiff.'

He called to another guard. I clenched my sore muscles in readiness for the kicking I was about to receive.

They came into the toilet and bent over me.

'Up, up, aah,' one said, all nice and gentle. They put my arms around their necks and lifted me upright, almost with compassion. they were actually
concerned. I couldn't believe it.

The crash of a door bell and the friendly shout of 'Good morning! Good morning!' echoed round the block as they helped me towards the door to the courtyard.

Andy McNab's move to another location that same day turned out to be the prelude to worse torture and suffering.

But amongst all of that, one more flicker for the count.