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    Peace Talks

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      Now I think we are beginning to see the bow-wave of trauma.

      Therefore I go with the men sometimes, pray for them always.

      3 Life So Far

      My mother was keen to celebrate birthdays –

      still is.

      When I turned twenty-five

      I got her cake on exercise in Brecon,

      my friend Tom

      pulled it out from his rucksack for me –

      he’d been carting it round a week.

      Then I got cake again

      in the Mess before we went to head off.

      Afghanistan is something I wanted,

      really wanted.

      I’ve always enjoyed being outside,

      playing in the woods.

      First job

      was Ground Holding in Central Helmand,

      a base the size of a tennis court,

      fifteen people,

      actually good

      for someone who doesn’t have a house so far

      or anything.

      We patrolled a lot on foot,

      maybe eight or ten hours each day;

      if you think of the country

      like a map of the Underground

      we were pretty safe in Zones 1 and 2.

      Further off in Zone 4

      it was more kinetic,

      which I’d say refers to enemy action

      when they’re shooting at you,

      a good insurgent presence.

      After that

      we went to the desert country west of Sangin,

      a thousand metres above sea level,

      absolutely bare and cold.

      At night I dug this hole

      only a little larger than my body;

      I was very cosy in my down jacket,

      with a warm sleeping bag,

      and a thick mat.

      I was making a nest,

      everything tucked in.

      It’s a strange one.

      All night I was just a pair of eyes

      with the sky running over me,

      not sleeping,

      looking at the stars and the black horizon,

      not seeing any depth.

      There’s something to be said

      for thinking earth has been here a long time.

      Everything feels sweeter

      coming back to camp after that.

      Trees for instance.

      And poppy fields in April and May –

      field after field of poppies –

      then desert,

      then more blocks of colour,

      pink and red and white.

      And compounds showing up green,

      and clear blue skies

      above brown walls and barbed wire.

      Really quite good actually:

      you’ve made your decision,

      you want to lead men in an operation.

      But you don’t want to die,

      not much,

      so you’re always looking for ground signs,

      a patch of disturbed earth,

      a wire poking out

      or an antenna,

      and you’re always totally unpredictable

      about where you are,

      erratic,

      finding the most difficult way

      to get to anywhere,

      avoiding bottlenecks and crossroads,

      cutting through hedges,

      constantly observing,

      in and out of the ditches which were –.

      Well,

      you’re carrying fifty kilos of equipment,

      wearing body armour plates front and rear,

      smaller ones on both sides,

      knee-pads, gloves, glasses, helmet, chin-strap,

      ear-piece for the radio,

      thick lycra shorts to protect against the blast,

      also a heavy thing like a nappy.

      Amazing how the body gets used to it.

      You sweat and sweat

      and you don’t hold anything back,

      you just sweat and accept.

      Once a week

      we went down to Helmand River,

      cliffs one side

      and the other a wide green zone,

      and no we didn’t swim there,

      the current was too fast.

      But we did stand there in our full armour,

      and we saw the country opening

      right the way up to the mountains.

      Another time

      it was four o’clock in the morning,

      June,

      and we needed to cross a ditch,

      actually much less of a ditch

      more like a river,

      a narrow river and straight,

      with trees either side

      and the moon shining between them.

      I stepped forward.

      I stepped forward into the water

      and I felt

      my feet lose

      touch with the bottom,

      and I was just

      ‘O goodness I’m sinking’,

      and my legs were floating away

      but it was all fine

      to get wet,

      it was fine,

      and go through onto the high ground again.

      4 The Programme

      I’m an army brat. I was brought up

      to love the army. Basically I now do

      army intelligence work. I’m twenty.

      It was difficult for Mum to start with.

      Take good care of yourself she said;

      keep your head down; be a grey man.

      But you can’t do that, no. You see it.

      You see it and you think it isn’t real,

      until you get smells and other things.

      I miss the gym, did I mention the gym?

      I did the Insanity Training Programme

      and I loved it. I followed that through.

      5 Talking to the Moon

      Twenty-two years I’ve been in the army

      my husband

      we were at Sandhurst together

      and five years after

      courting

      I think is the word

      I’d done Bosnia by then

      in a tented camp

      with the floods

      and guys ringing home

      with water

      up to their knees

      so with his tours

      in Ireland

      Iraq

      Afghanistan now

      I do understand

      I do

      I’ve been there

      I’ve done that

      but hey

      I don’t want to hear

      the day

      he sent me a bluey

      I took it

      I looked at the map

      mistake

      a giant mistake

      I thought

      don’t need it

      I don’t

      we have four children

      and Freddy the oldest

      fourteen

      he’s quick

      much quicker

      stop

      stop

      stop

      stop

      I set up the choir

      I’ve started my art

      you have to do something

      Sharon and Franny and Pam

      I don’t know

      what would I do

      injured

      or broken

      also there’s writing

      but actually

      I am so

      hey

      at least you’re twisting the lid

      or

      you look at the mountains

      they take you away

      who could be there

      who has explored them

      who

      is living there now

      also the sky

      if the children

      are wanting to talk

      I say to them

      talk to the moon

      Daddy can do that

      talk to the moon together

      then there’s the bunting

      it’s hardly

    &n
    bsp; like Christmas

      but listen

      it comes with us everywhere

      we have a box

      embarrassing really

      never mind that

      no one will see it

      this time

      this time when he’s home

      we’re tucked away in the woods.

      6 Critical Care

      Jesus – Stay still – Stay fucking still –

      Stay with us – Put morphine on it –

      Don’t touch it – Don’t touch it –

      We’ve got to get him out now –

      We’ve got to get him out now –

      *

      All the way across on the slide.

      Everyone ready?

      Slide

      *

      You’re back in England.

      and my name’s Clare.

      You’ve got three of us you lucky boy.

      Kate, and Hazel, and Clare.

      Now just take a little break

      in your breathing again.

      Good lad, good lad,

      you’re doing very well.

      But it’s not the best day you’ve ever had,

      is it, Andrew?

      *

      The explosion has driven

      a whole load of sand

      and mud and rubbish

      up into the tissue planes.

      And of course the bugs,

      they’ve got in there

      and they love it.

      They’ve got a lovely warm moist wound,

      lots of nutrients,

      and they think they’re on holiday.

      *

      This is Mum,

      Mum’s come to see you.

      And Natalie was on the phone

      asking how you’re doing.

      She’s waiting for me to tell her

      everything’s all right.

      But it’s not, is it babes?

      Well,

      we’ll wait for the morning

      and see how that goes.

      *

      We’re going to try and save the other leg,

      his foot still has a pulse.

      We’re going to use topical negative pressure,

      suction if you like, or a vacuum.

      The bugs really don’t like it.

      *

      If you knew what was in store for you

      you wouldn’t have your children.

      *

      The blast also ripped the gums from his teeth.

      This thing here,

      this is a bit of grass from an Afghan field.

      *

      Natalie’s with me now.

      She says the baby’s

      kicking the crap out of her,

      don’t you love?

      *

      The surface of his eyes are so badly burned

      a special membrane has been imported from America

      to help reduce scarring.

      It’s the best chance he has

      of regaining some sight.

      *

      Now

      is really a waiting game.

      All you do is wait.

      *

      Unfortunately

      the foot doesn’t look very good.

      Dusky.

      The decision to operate depends on several factors.

      *

      I told you I’d be back to hold your hand,

      didn’t I, love?

      Here I am. I hope you can feel me holding.

      *

      Sister could you get a power amputation saw?

      An amputation saw on power?

      *

      I imagine his first thoughts will be

      it’s better off dying.

      *

      As long as you can sleep peacefully

      after making the decision

      then you have made the right decision.

      And I think we will sleep peacefully

      after making this decision today.

      *

      We find on the whole

      when we do take the station off,

      and allow them to wake up,

      they are absolutely terrified.

      Then we keep having to stress

      they are safe now.

      They are safe now.

      *

      It’s all looking good.

      It’s all looking very good in fact.

      What we do next is take a sliver of skin,

      a graze,

      like when you fall off your bike.

      Can I give you the skin?

      *

      You are sort of coming round now,

      aren’t you love?

      You’ve been here three weeks

      and you’ve been injured.

      Yes lovey you have.

      You’ve been here three weeks

      and I’ve been at your side.

      You’ve been injured.

      *

      He’s been nodding yes and no

      and squeezing my hand.

      I can’t tell

      what the noes are about.

      *

      You still remember what’s wrong don’t you?

      No?

      You want to hear again?

      You’ve lost your legs.

      Yes two of them, both of them.

      Please don’t push me away, mate.

      Please don’t push me away.

      *

      Andrew lives every day.

      He lives every day for a hopefully.

      7 One Tourniquet

      It was a long time ago

      but I was there,

      a combat medical technician.

      I saw

      children and IEDs

      which wasn’t nice at all.

      One boy:

      he had shorts and a dirty vest,

      he stood on a mine.

      He was conscious at first,

      screaming,

      and I thought

      what a mess.

      All in a bit of field.

      None of the other kids cried,

      they’re all quite sort of tough.

      Very tough kids in fact.

      Definitely.

      At the time

      we were issued with only one tourniquet each.

      But Camp Phoenix was down the road

      and he went there.

      A double amputee.

      We heard later he survived.

      So yeah. Brilliant.

      Everything is hard.

      Everything they’ve got to do

      everywhere they’ve got to go.

      Just hard.

      I used to imagine

      little towns in the country

      nobody knew.

      Little towns nobody had touched.

      People would be living there

      all the same.

      Just living there

      in the vastness.

      8 The Gardener

      In memory of Lieutenant Mark Evison

      We spent

      many hours kneeling together in the garden

      so many hours

      Mark

      he liked lending a hand

      watching Gardeners’ World

      building compost heaps

      or the brick path with the cherry tree

      that grows over it now the white cherry

      where I thought I mustn’t cry

      I must behave

      as if he’s coming back

      *

      It was just after Easter

      with everything in leaf

      he is so sweet really

      though worldly

      before his time

      I kissed him and said

      See you

      in six months and he turned

      he turned and said

      *

      I opened the garden for the first time

      the National Gardens Scheme

      you know

      what gardens are like in May

      and this man was hovering around

      outside the front

      as we walked down the side passage

      he said


      I’m a Major

      I said Oh my son he’s in the army

      sort of brightly

      *

      Then no one was there

      so I went

      and I gardened all day

      how slow how satisfying

      I felt next morning

      he was struggling for his life

      *

      He would be home

      with three transfers

      on three different planes

      my daughter Elizabeth and I drove to Birmingham

      my mobile there on the dashboard

      we had worked out the times of the last plane

     


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