J. Cal (249:00)
I got fucking blase about it really. I didn't really. It didn't really. I think it didn't affect me. It didn't do me any good. I know that, you know, I kind of became immune to it, which wasn't a good thing to do. I never had a civic allegation once. I was super diligent. Like, I don't fuck about when it comes to making sure that those bombs are going on the right place. And neither did the units that I was working for. It's extreme professionalism at all times. The pilots are on board, the targeteers are on board. The CD modelers are on board. The league ads are on board, like red card holders. It's not. We're not just bombing for the sake of it. It's extremely precise, accurate fires. So you get really good at it. You do. You get really dialed into it and it just became a process, really. But then I look back on it as, like, I've literally watched thousands of people die on tv. Like, and sometimes you'd get given a list of paper, like I mentioned before, bomb that, and you're like, cool. Or you'd go out. Like the other incident, I talked with a gunship, like you're hunting. Like, that doesn't happen unless you put the jets where they need to be. But I don't get any satisfaction from it because it's like, that doesn't count. It's like drone warfare now. Like, all this drone warfare shit. I don't like it. Drones are IEDs, and I fucking hate IEDs. And I don't care what anyone says, it's a shitty fucking way to fight a war. Like, there's no honor in that. And I kind of feel a bit like that with the JTAC and stuff. I don't take any satisfaction from it other than the fact that we did a lot of good for, you know, partner forces and we did shape the battlefield, like, and ultimately it fucking got. Got rid of a lot of bad people. But it is quite. It's quite an intense job. You'd be doing that for three, four months. Intense. And then you come back and you're back in Hereford and you're in the pub and you're drinking and then all of a sudden you're back out and then you're back in Hereford, in the pub, drinking, trying to manage being a dad, being a soldier, doing that, you know, it's a. I did that for a year, pretty much back to back to back. It's a lot, mate. It was a very intense period of my life. And then right at the back end of that, they were like, ah, there's a posting coming up to the unit for one year. Do you want to go? I was like, ah, of course I do. So I did. They sent me over to Bragg. I lived in Pinehurst. Southern Pine, sorry, not Pinehurst. Lived in a house there. Embedded myself with a squadron. I was made to feel super welcome. Like those guys were fucking rock stars. Honestly, I have never been so impressed by a team as I have with those guys there as assaulters. And I say this with the utmost respect to everyone else. The best assault team teams that I've ever worked with, just primarily on shooting in CQB and assaulting, there's nothing on earth that compares to those guys in that unit. And in my team, I had like four first draft picks from otc, so they were rock stars. Yeah, it was super impressive. I remember being humbled the first day I got there. It was like we went and shot Bianchi cut, pistol shoot. And I was okay with the pistol. With a long gun on Hold My Own one Hold My Own. But at the time, pistol shooting wasn't really something that we did that much. We didn't have red dots like it was there if you needed it. It was very much a secondary mentality. Whereas these guys are shooting pistol all the time. They shoot more pistol than they do rifle. So 5 meters, 10 meters, 15 starts to fall off a little bit. Now I'm back at 20. And guys, it's comedy, but they're like handing me magazines. I'm trying to knock these plate racks over. Trigger discipline, shit, fucking all over the place. And I was like, fuck. Every day we'd have a shooting competition. For the most part, half the day would be cqb, half the day would be shooting, or we do some climbing or some fitness stuff in between. But for the most part, shooting and CQB is what we did every day, which is why they're so good at assaulting. They're not around training guys to be JTACs or, you know, surveillance operators or any of that stuff. They're just thoroughbred assaulters. And they are, in my opinion, the best guys that I worked with, hands down. So it was a pleasure because I love that. I love being an assaulter. When people ask you what I'm an assaulter, that's what I do. I'm CQB instructor. You know, that was my bread and butter. So I realized very quickly that I had to up the game. So for the first four months, I used to turn up early at work. I used to go on the ranges on my own. I used to stay after work on the weekend. Saturday and Sunday, I'd take a thousand rounds and I'd go on the range and I'd just press that trigger, press that trigger and just learn how to press a trigger and hold the gun properly and just pistol, pistol, pistol. And I stopped finishing sixth, and then I finished fifth. And after a while, I might finish fourth. Some days, fuck it, I might even come second or I might even win one. You know, and it was just that, that constant having to improve, like, that's where I really started to dial into the craft. That's where it really happened, because my pistol shooting was not where it needed to be. And I felt a lot of responsibility going over there, representing my regiment in front of the unit in a team of All Stars. It's a lot of pressure. So I threw myself at it. And you know that. I think that gained a lot of trust and respect in the squadron, because they knew that I sucked a pistol, but I was out there fucking working to get better. And none of them made me feel like a dick. None of them. There was no ego, no bullshit. They adopted me as a brother straight away. They treated me like one of their own, invited me to their homes, met their families, like I was part of their team. And I am deeply grateful and deeply impressed by the organization as a whole. But the individuals and the level of compassion that they showed me was second to none. And I'm deeply, deeply, deeply proud of my time with the guys at the unit. And, you know, fast forward a few months. This is coming up to deployment time. And I'm like, I remember one of the guys came over to me and he gave me a US Flag. He's like, are you gonna wear that? And I said, am I allowed to wear that? And he was like, fuck, yeah, you are. So I put my fucking US Flag on my chest, and I wore that with fucking pride. It goes back to my association with the United States military. I've been in those fields with those Marines. I've been in those positions where them helicopters, if they don't come, your casualties don't get out. They're putting in those Pedros. They're putting in those call signs on a, you know, tiny, little hot landing zone. The RAF weren't coming to get us. US Pilots come and get us every single time. You know, the assets that they gave us, standing side by side with U.S. marines, fighting, watching each other bleed and die like, I fucking respect that flag to death, and I'd die for it. So to be asked if I would wear it was one of the proudest moments of my military career. And I fucking wore that with absolute pride. And I took that flag to war. And, yeah, I'm proud that I did that. I've got some fucking cool pictures from it as well. It really did mean a lot to me that I got to wear that flag. And initially, my deployment was kind of strange because my team went to Syria and I didn't have permissions to Go to Syria, which was a weird situation to be in, but they were looking at a different target set than the one that the UK had permissions for. Bullshit bureaucracy. All bad guys. What's the fucking difference? That's kind of was how I looked at it. So I spent all of that time working up with that same team, like for months, as tight as we could be. Those teams are way tighter than our troops for sure. We eat together, we train together, we shoot together, we lift together. Like everything together, together. Six man team. Six man team on Bravo 6, right? So I'm Bravo 6 and they all go. And I don't get to go with them. I have to go somewhere else. So I go to Iraq. So I'm in Iraq now. My team's over there and I'm dislocated from them. So I'm out there doing a job down in Suleimani. We're doing bits and pieces with a partner force down there. Ctd, ctg, all those guys, Great time. And then troops. Art Major comes and he's like, do you want to go to the etf, which is the task force? They're the ones doing the real sexy missions, right? The raids, the high value targets. Not the stuff different from what the team in Syria was doing. This was different troop, different task, different mission set. But it was really what I wanted to be doing. And he was like. I said to him, do I have permission? He's like, there's a helicopter coming in tonight. I suggest you get on the helicopter, get up there and we'll figure it out. And I did. I got welcomed into the team like a fucking brother. They put me in that chew and I became just one of them. And again, we ate together, trained together, watched Netflix for hours together. And then we went on operations and we tore it up together. It was a really, really. It was probably the best deployment I've ever done. We were flying around in Black Hawks, smashing people up, and it was great. And it was everything that I wanted and thought that that unit would be about the level of professionalism, not only from the operators, but from the 1/60th guys all the way down to the targeteers. Those fucking aviation boys. Pilots are incredible. Like those Nightstalker dudes are so, so impressive. And it was felt really, really close. It did. I remember on one. No, it was the second. It was the second one. It was the second job that I did with them. The troops are. We've been looking at this compound and the troops are. Sorry. The TL of the team was like I need you to be off the black orc and I need you to secure that window on the west western side of this compound. And I'm at. Roger that, Sarge. I've been in the regiment for about seven, eight years now. Like, you want me to run off a black Hawk and just cover down on that one window? I can do that. You understand? I'm like, fuck, yeah. So I do. I get out. We landed like, as we're going on in infield, sorry, on infield, the daps are lighting up this guest house. They're like, literally as we're coming in, doors are open. Like we're fucking on the ramp. Sorry, on the tailgate. Essentially, it wasn't a little bird, it was a black orb. We're sat on the edge of the bird like this. The doors are open and you can just see the whole thing. Daps are coming in shooting with rockets. I was like, this is cool. If you can take a, like a snapshot that you do with an iPhone and just have that picture in your head, it would be like, yeah, this is, this is cool. I come straight off the bird, straight to where I need to be. What we thought was a window was not a window. It would just look like that. From the IR signature, it was actually a piece of like polystyrene and there was a heat source coming out of it. So my aperture is not a aperture, it's. It's a. So I'm. I'm now redundant. So I'm like, I need to get in the fight here. As soon as we're off, there's a gunfight happening. People are getting engaged on two way gunfight, unsuppressed weapons going back towards the assault force. And yeah, I sort of poked my muzzle through the, through this piece of polystyrene. Styrofoam, right? You call it, you know? You know what I mean? They make cups out of it. You know what I'm talking about? So I like punched this through. It was the wintertime, so they used it for insulation in the summer. I think they pop it out for air, but I punched it through. And the guy that we're after pops up like this out of his bed from no different from me to you. Away three, four meters. And it's our guy. Clear as fucking day. He's got the same shitty haircut, same scraggly beard, like, and he's got this. You can see his weapons right next to him. He's got a chest rig right next to him and he's kind of like this between helicopters landing and me being at that aperture seconds, it's that fast. And I'm there, and I see him, and he comes up bolt upright like that. And I can see him just about to do that. So I just dump three or four rounds into him straight away. As soon as I do that, somebody else in the room pops up, and he's now trying to get to that weapon system. So I lit this dude up as well. So this is like within the first minute of basically being there. Then a fucking huge explosion goes off in the front of the building. This guy had brought his family into the room that he was in. He called his family out. So they ran across the frontage of the building where all the guys were stacked up, a wife and two kids. He brought them in, called them into the room that he was in, and then clacked himself off. So the guys are dealing with that on the front side of the building. I'm now maneuvering around the back side of the building where the rest of my teammates are locking down the backside. And then it happens. The fucking explosion happens. And I'm just like, fuck me. The whole wall just goes out and goes back in. It's like, you know them slow motion, surreal moments, it was really like that. It was almost silent, but my whole team was stacked up on that. And I literally walk around the corner and it just goes. And there's a fucking whole bunch of dust and smoke. I get hit on the head with this fucking big rock. My ears are ringing. This is a crazy fucking two minutes. I've just jumped off the back of a helicopter, shot a couple of dudes. Now my team's been blown up. Like, this is fucking nuts. Yeah, it's crazy, mate. And what had happened is somebody in that building had clacked themselves off. There was a whole bunch of sves in this building, but because of the thickness of the walls, it had absorbed most of the blast. And instead of crushing on the guys or blowing the guys up, what happened is it actually just blown them out, if that makes sense. But I didn't know that. So the team leader's looking at me, and I'm going, where's the boys? And I'm like, I don't know where the boys are. They've got to be under there. So I'm now trying to dig out this rubble. There's tons of rubble here now. And I'm like, my. The dudes are underneath there. My team is under there. And I'm. And I'm like this, trying to dig Out. And I just see one of them come wandering around out the doubt of the dust completely the wrong way. No helmet on, no rifle, no. And I'm like, I grab him and I'm like, are you good? And he's like, I think so. He's like, where's my gun? Where's my helmet? And I'm like, dude, don't worry. I then send him over to the team leader and then, then where's the other two guys, right? There's a five man team and the team leader's accounted for, I'm accounted for, he's accounted for. Two more guys unaccounted for. And again, one of them's just like. When the dust was just lying there, he didn't have anything blown off. He was all his intact. He was just in shock. Pick him up, send him out, find the other dude, we recover all the equipment. It's just a fucking carnage a couple of minutes. But it was like, because of that evening and because of those events, what happened, the squadron or that troop in particular really respected me. I think, I think I earned their trust because they knew that I would do the right thing at the right time and I would fucking perform when it really mattered. You know, we had a whole, we had a whole bunch of gnarly jobs like that. I remember one particular one where we were closing up on a compound again. Lessons identified. This is where experience comes into play. Although I was in a, you know, a team of rock stars, most of those guys had only done three or four years, or maybe five, I'd done eight and a whole bunch of more deployments. So I was more experienced than I was as experienced as the team leader. But I was still Bravo 6. And I always was happy to be Bravo 6. Like, so yeah, this one job we did, same thing, it was like, we try calling them out, we get engaged on infill, we're like, we're not committing assault force to the building because we keep getting blown up. This is like, well, every single time we go near these buildings, they clack themselves off without fail. You could almost set your watch by. It's that predictable. So we're gonna change our ttps and tactics. We're just gonna stand off and just call these fucking dudes out. We don't need to get close on the building. We learned our lesson the hard way. Luckily no one got hurt the first time. So we backed off. But then it's like come out, they're like, ah. They start firing guns at us, it's like, ah, cool. Hit it with the daps so the fucking daps will light it up. So same again. Come out. No, they fire back. Cool. Get the Ranger platoon up here. They'll fire Carl Gustav at it. Boom. And you just do this cat and mouse game until either the building's destroyed or there's no more fire. We need to get the sse. We can't just kill these people, blow the building up and leave. Like ultimately, the minute you fire a shot so you don't come up with your hands out, you bought a ticket, you voted. You ain't. It's only going to end one way. Like these guys are not around, you understand? But we don't want to just destroy the building because otherwise what's the point in us being there. We might as well have done that with a fucking 500 pounder, you know. So we need to get this fucking information. So anyway, we're going up, we're closing and we think we're clearing this building. There's like a row of. It's all burnt out at this point, but there's a row of rooms and we're working sequentially now. So it's my team, we're going from room to room to room, working up to this end one. And we're fragging every room now so it's hand grenades are going into every single room. Then we put the dog in it, then we clear it, right? So this is kinetic. And I can start to hear praying. I can start to hear it and I'm like, am I fucking losing my mind here? And I've got these peltors over the ear, peltors. So I pop my little thing out and sure as I can hear this dude praying. And that's never a good sign because he's going to clack himself off in a minute. So I'm like. And I tell him, I was like, ah, dude, there's somebody in there, you know, Peltor around. He's like, what? And I'm like, there's somebody in that room. And he's like, is there? And I'm like, I can hear, I can hear him, dude. That's how close we are at this point. And he's like, all right, cool. So we put the dog in. In fact, we didn't put the dog in. The dog got wind of it and fucking was in there straight away. So now we're in a. We're in a bad situation because we've got a dude in there that's definitely going to try and clack himself off and he's 100% armed and we've got a dog which is part of our team in there. So now we can't just put grenades in there, we can't just put a T bomb or, you know, whatever it is we want to do to it. We can't fire up hellfire. We don't want to lose the dog, obviously, luckily, because they don't normally come off the bite. We got the dog off the bite, dog comes off the bite. And then it's like now it's posting grenades, you know, that's how, that's how intimate that is now to the point where it's like we're having grenades throwing at this geezer to, to neutralize the threat, you know. But it was extremely violent. Those deployments like those, those raids there was either it was all or nothing. With those, with those raids and that target set, it was either, yeah, they come out with their hands up, they get detained, no shots fired, all good, or it was like they are flying to the fore, a bit of death. And it is going to go on all night, you know, to the point where it almost becomes not worth going because we know that that's going to happen. So it's like, let's just cut the comedy and just smash it with a 500 pounder and give up on this because how many operators do we need to risk to get that hard drive or whatever it might be, you know, but we always did it and we made it work. But the level of professionalism that those guys had second to none, so, so impressive that unit. And I came back from that deployment, there was some other stuff with, with. So, so, so Matt, Matt. Tom Row is a good friend of mine. He was out in Syria working his job for the regiment. He was a B squadron guy and he was hanging around with my team. Remember I told you my team was over there, my six man team. So he used to phone me up and the TL used to phone me up and be like, you know, oh, I've got a new Bravo 6. You're not Bravo 6 anymore. Matty's taking your spot. And I'm like, fuck, you know, like the fuck's going on? It's just shit talking, it's all good fun. But when I got out there, he wasn't going on the ground. They were just, he was training them to do sniper shit or whatever he was doing and the partner force and he didn't really have that connection with Matty until I turned up and says, two mats, one's the team leader. And one's Matt Tom Row. So I kind of sat down with Matt Tom Rowe, and I was like, why the aren't you not going on the ground? He was like, oh, well, I just haven't really asked, you know, I didn't really, you know, I didn't want to step on anyone's toes. You know, they're doing their own thing. I said that, dude, you're an awesome operator. Why the would they not want to have an extra pair of eyes on the ground? So I speak to, to Matt and I'm like, do, do you mind if, if Matt goes on the ground with you? Like, can, can you do that? He's like, yeah, if you vouch for him. And I'm like, yeah, dude, I trust. I'd go through the door of him. Like, that's the biggest compliment an operator can tell anyone. I'd go through the door with him any day of the week. So he's like, yeah, cool. So he starts going out on the ground and I was there for, you know, a little while and we did some, we did some jobs together. Then the deployment finishes for us. He stays, he's on a six month rotation and we've come halfway through his. So we do our four months and we go home. New squadron, a squadron come out and it's only a couple of weeks of being back in Bragg trying to fucking get your head around that mad deployment. And I get a phone call and they're like, Matt's been killed. And I was like, what do you mean Matt's been killed? And I was like, matt's been killed as something's happened and John Dunbar's been killed as well. I fucking couldn't shake it, man, for so long. I felt so fucking, so guilty. So, yeah, yeah, if I hadn't introduced him, he wouldn't have been on that fucking job, you know, that's how I felt about it. And it's taken me a long time to come to terms with that. And I know it's not that. And he wanted to be on that. He wanted to be on that fucking job, but I don't know, it's fucking. That's a hard one for me. Like, I fucking love that dude, you know, And I'm fucking so sorry for him and John and their families. And that fucking broke my heart, man. It really did. That caused me a lot of fucking problems for a long time. I started to. To drink a lot. I couldn't shake that feeling of guilt. I still feel it some days more than others. And it was Just so hard, man. We had funerals on both sides of the. Fucking both sides of the Atlantic. The. The guys from the unit flew over for Matt's. We had guys fly over for John's. It was like it ripped our community in half, man. And I know, I know you know, it's what we do, but it fucking. This. This was when I stopped running, Sean. That explosion and that. The explosion blew the lid off that box that I told you about before. That was real time for me. I thought all my teammates were dead that day. They weren't. I was lucky. But then when Matt died, I. That was it. That was what tipped me. And that was 10 years of constant warfare at this time. And it all just came out and I just lost it. I lost my mind, dude. I finished that deployment with those guys. We buried Matt, we buried John. And then about two weeks after that, I went back to the uk and then very shortly after that, I deployed back out with my own squadron. It was our squadron's time to go out, so I had no time to process that. And I got to theater and they were like, you're gonna go and be the LNO with the unit? So I was back with the unit for another four months, which I was fucking happy about a little bit with A squadron and then with B squadron with Kyle Morgan, actually. We said we shared a team, we're in the same team. And I was just straight back into the fight and I was fucking drinking hard. I was fucking getting after it. Like I was taking testosterone, I was drinking whiskey, I was getting in gunfights. I was fucking all of it. And I was just fucking hurting. I was fucking dying inside, you know. And yeah, I did. I did a lot of damage to myself during that period. I lost my grandma as well. And my grandma was as close to me as, you know, she was the one consistent factor in my life growing up. I lost her. I had to go back on R and R last time I ever saw her. So I had to go back on my R and R to do that funeral. Matt, obviously a very close family friend, lost their daughter, who was exactly the same age as my. My daughter, a freak accident. Rock fell off a cliff and hit her in the head. Beautiful baby girl, you know, that used to play with my daughter. So that hit home. And then, yeah, there was a bunch of other. With a helicopter crash. We lost one of the 160th guys. I watched that. I watched that bird go down and I watched that team get smashed to bits. I came off the back of the. With four birds landing. And I was on three judge three three. And they were on judge 44. And I'm on the left side port side door. As we're going in, they fire the IR rocket to the dz. It's a really dark night. As I go off the bird, the last thing I do is I let look over and there's a load of like, what looks like. Sometimes when the dust and the. The sand from the helicopters, it's like a little white light. You can see it as like. You know what I mean? It's like it like glistens in like. So I see that and I'm like, okay, cool. Judge Ford falls down. And as I get off the bird, I unclip, running towards target. And I just see this debris field everywhere. I'm like, this is weird. I'm like, what is that? And then I look over and I just see the rotor gear, the top gear, you know, the bit that sticks out the top of the helicopter where the. The blades are attached and it's just on the side. It's on the floor. And I'm like, fuck. And I look over, I'm. I'm like literally the closest guy to it at this point. And I look over and the fucking bird is down and it's on its side and it's like, fuck the fucking. But that's not hard landing. That's a fucking crash. And there's fucking dudes all over the place. It fucking hit the deck, basically, and it'd gone like that. And as it went, the guys were getting ready to jump out the birds. So some of them are unclipped now, so they're getting thrown out. Some of them are clipped. There was guys clipped onto the bird as it's like two or three feet across the ground underneath it, basically being dragged along. Anyway, we lost the pilot. The pilot was killed. All the boys were fucked up, man. It was just a fucking shit show. Fucking dudes wandering around like dudes do. It's like, where's my nods? Like, fucking. Never mind your nods, bro. Bigger fish to fry here, you know? And I remember running back to it and then being told, no, go and lock down your position. And that professionalism then. I know it sounds callous, but that was impressive. We've just had a helicopter crash. Continue fucking Charlie Mike, go to your position, lock down the compound. And we did. We fucking dealt with that mass cal situation and then we got right back to work. That fucking impressed me deeply. And we. Those dudes up that night and we got everything we needed. And that was, that was another cat and mouse game of going in and going back out throwing grenades. All right, cool. We're not playing this game anymore. We ended up smashing it with a GBU 39, which is a 250 pound bomb coming off the gunship. That's what that was, the end of it. We were like, nah, we're done playing games with you, dude. We've given you multiple chances. We've got, we've got, got fallen angels and we are not around tonight. So we smashed those dudes up pretty good, you know, and damn, we got to the morning and we were like, we all thought they were just going to take us back. And they were like, no, you're staying on the ground. Was that. Why don't we deny the helicopters up? Nah, we are not having another Mogadishu here. We are not leaving that bird here. We've lost people here and there's no way on God's earth are we going to stand by and watch people jump up and down on that helicopter. We ain't doing that. We're staying and we're recovering every single piece of it. And that's what we did. We stayed on the ground all day, all night. 36 hours we were on the ground. We caught on that helicopter, the teams came in, we recovered it, they did a land convoy, they drove in, they low loaded that bird and they took it back to where it needed to be. And we did not leave a fucking single piece of US material on that fucking battlefield. And rightly so, you know, like those dudes, you don't get that from us. We don't give you nothing. They take everything and give you nothing, you know, and I was impressed by that too. You know, just a whole mindset and mentality of that. I've said this before, and I'll say it again. British officers are built and bred to be politicians. Us officers are built to be war fighters. I firmly believe that some of the command decisions that were being made on the ground that night by those, by those leaders is deeply impressive. And I can only say how proud I am to have been part of it. And that's why that flag means so much to me. That's why moments like that. But yeah, that was, that was a bad time in my life, dude. There was a lot going on after that. I went, I'm still deployed now. I'm still, I'm still in theater. And I finished my four months with that squadron and I go back to finish off the remaining two Months with my own squadron. And I am drinking and I am not giving a fuck about anything. Life. I didn't care. I just didn't care. I was just trying to be anything. And it all came to a head one night and I had to go home. They're like, jay, you need to fucking go home, bro. You need to go home and you need to fucking rest. And I did. I was burnt the fuck out, and I had nothing to give. I was. I was done, man. And for the first time ever, I had to take a knee. I drove so hard and so fast for so long and never stopped that the wheels came off. And that's exactly what happened. And I went back and took some time out of the squadron and tried to process it all, tried to process 10, 15 years of fucking continuous combat. Continuous combat. And I just couldn't do it. I didn't have the strength. I didn't have the tools. And all the body armor and gunships in the world can't save you in those fights, you know? And I didn't do very well at it. I really didn't. And I'm resentful for the fact that when you put your hand up and say, I need a break, you get labeled. There's a stigma that comes with that. I don't care what anyone says. You get downgraded, they take you off the Orbat. You're not deploying. You're not allowed to even fucking play with guns. So the one thing that I had, my safety net, they took that away from me and they put me in some shitty job. And they were just like, yeah, you go and do your thing. I said, I help. I need help. And they didn't give me enough. And when they did give it to me, they made me feel like for taking it, and I hate them for that. But I took some time out. I did. And I was like, right, I need a new hobby. So I took up boxing. And I fought in a regimental boxing show, which is thousands of people. And normally operators don't do it. They'll bring in the army team or the Navy team and they'll box each other. And it's a. It's a money spinning exercise. People come and donate celebrities and all this bullshit and Tom Hardy and all these kind of people come to it. But I was like, no, if it's in our fucking building, then there should be operators. Fine. So I took up boxing. And they're like, jay, this fight's in three months. I was like, I know. Have you ever boxed before? And I'm like, no, this is no joke. These are like legit. You're going to be in there with a legit boxer that's probably been doing this a long time. I was like, fuck it, it can't be that hard. I'll learn. So I went and lived in London. Took some time off work and just trained, train, trained for three months, lived. My friends are pro boxing coach, so I lived like a fighter. I lived in a tiny little one bedroom flat. I trained three times a day. I didn't drink. I did everything I could to get my mind right. And eventually fight comes along. I feel like I'm finally back on track. I feel like I've regained some control and, you know, I had to have something to focus on, Sean, you know, that's why I took up boxing. I was like, well, these motherfuckers ain't gonna let me shoot anymore and I damn sure ain't gonna be able to go back to theater. So I need something. So I'm training for this fight like a professional. I put my heart and soul into it, mate. And the night after, I go out for a couple of celebration drinks with my friends. You know, I've got two black. I didn't win the fight, unsurprisingly. Like, I've got two black eyes. And some woman comes up to me, she starts talking to me like I'm a piece of shit. Oh, where have you been doing? What have you doing? She's come up to me and I'm like, sorry, what? She goes, oh, have you been boxing? I was like, yeah, I was in the show yesterday. Goes, oh, it doesn't look like you won. She completely tried to humiliate me in front of my friends, basically. So I said, sorry, who the are you? And she's like, oh, don't you know who I am? My husband's a SART major. And I was like, I don't give a who your husband is. Like, I'm sure he wouldn't be that impressive, you coming up to dudes on the, you know, talking the way you're doing. She's like, I know the commanding officer, I'll get you fired. And at this point here, I'm like, you don't talk to me like that. Never come up to me. I don't care who you are at this point. Like, you're so disrespectful and like, you are not your husband when it comes to rank. Do not try and pull that shit with me, you know. Anyway, she goes off and then writes up some bullshit story, I get pulled in, they give me a three month warning, I get punished. It's just like the fucking hypocrisy of it is just I gave my heart and fucking soul to train for that fight. And she comes up to me like that and I get punished after everything that I've just fucking done there. And like, that was the start of it, man. That was when I started to lose the fucking will to live. Literally. I was like, I can't win. I can't win if I do, I can't win if I don't. I dedicate my life. I don't train, I don't, you know, I don't drink, I train, pick up a sport. I represent my regiment in the boxing ring in front of a thousand people. It's quite, it's quite a scary thing to do. Get up in front of all of your peers under them lights and get in the ring with somebody and box. Especially if you don't know how to do it. So I was angry about that, dude, really angry. And yeah, it was that, that was like, nah, you're not going to be in the squadron any longer. You've got to go and do another job. So then I was given the job of being the CQB instructor. And that was great. That was great because I had something to focus on again. And that's when I started coming up with, you know, looking found GBRs and was looking across and I had people that looked up to me and I had purpose. And I became a subject matter expert in the thing that I love. Being a chief instructor of the CQB cell in the regiment is the best fucking job in the world, bar none, period. In my mind, I was winning again. But I just couldn't shake that fucking feeling. I just couldn't fucking shake it of just hopeless. Damn, there's nothing I can do that's gonna make me feel any better. So I'm like, fuck, I can't win. And I felt like that. And I, and I stopped going to see the nurses, like the therapists, because every single time I walked into that office, she'd make me fill out a form that said PTSD on the top of it. And it's fucking degrading. Like, don't talk to me like there's something wrong with me. Look at my military history. Look all the shit that I've been through and put myself through. I'm not. No one's accountable for that but me. Like, stop asking me if I'm going to kill myself. Do you understand? Like, do better. And she admitted it, you know, and again, I want to bring this up because it was woeful, the support that we got. And I know my friends have been through similar experiences, and they'll say the same thing. And it might seem a little bit unfair, me saying this on here because they can't defend themselves. So I'm not going to name people because I've got more class and dignity than that. But what I would say is, if they are watching this, they need to do better because these operators need it and they don't deserve it. And I felt that personally, and I felt let down. I did. And to be punished for some. That didn't even happen. No one asked for my side of the story. You know, it just sent me spiraling. It just sent me spiraling and spiraling to the point where I just ended up in a car with a pistol. That's how I got there. I did too many deployments too quickly without processing. It is my learning point from that. And I thought. My ego thought that I could handle it and that I would be all right. And I was. Until I wasn't, and then I really wasn't, and it was too late, and I couldn't stop it. And the only way I could stop it was to do that. That's what I thought. And, yeah, I'm not proud of it, but now I know what that looks like. I know what rock bottom is, and I'm never fucking going there again. Never, never, never, never. And I'm grateful for that, you know, now I've got a superpower. Now I know what the bottom really looks like. And I'm nowhere near that, you know, but that was a fucking crazy, crazy period of my life that was like 2018, basically from 2000. Well, if you really want to go back from my first deployment, 2008, all the way up to 2018, which at that point it was. That was 10 deployments, 10 years, fucking multiple different jobs selection, trying to be a fucking dad. Afghanistan four times, God knows where else. North Africa, Iraq. A whole bunch of. Whole bunch of shits happened in that time. And I just. Just didn't deal with it. I couldn't. Didn't know how. And I hope you know, if some person sees what I'm saying goes, if that sounds. If you sound like me, you've got to address it, boys. I'm telling you, there's too many dudes putting their uniforms on and hanging themselves in garages. We've got to stop it. And the only way to do it is to face it. And it's the scariest thing I ever did. It terrifies me because I don't know the answer. I don't know how to solve it. It's not a CQB problem. There's no doctrine for it. You know, it's hard. It's fucking difficult. And I'm grateful and I truly, truly, truly am grateful for the support that I've been shown by people. And I mentioned it before, if it wasn't for DJ and Cole giving me that lifeline, I'd be fucking lying in a ditch in the Ukraine somewhere or I'd be fucking. I wouldn't be sat here. I can say that with certainty. So, you know, again, I'm truly grateful and truly thankful to have good people around me. You know, I'm blessed and I am still in the fight and I ain't ever going back there. And I'm only going one way now. And I'm getting stronger and I'm getting wiser and I'm getting more emotionally intelligent. I'm getting more in touch with myself and I'm being kinder to myself. I don't. I give myself a bit more slack these days than I used to, but, yeah, it's not fucking easy to do. That CQB job did. Did help me, though. It did.