Zero Six Bravo: The Explosive True Story of How 60 Special Forces Survived Against an Iraqi Army of 100,000
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Damien Lewis has spent twenty years reporting from conflict zones around the world. Zero Six Bravo--a Sunday Times number one bestseller--tells the story of "sixty special forces against 100,000--a feat of arms to take the breath away." (Frederick Forsythe) They were branded as cowards and accused desertion. But nothing could be further from the truth. Ten years on, the story of these sixty men can finally be told.
In March 2003, M Squadron--an SBS unit with SAS embeds--was sent 1,000 kilometers behind enemy lines on a true mission impossible, to take the surrender of the 100,000-strong Iraqi Army 5th Corps, an operation so risky it earned the nickname â??Operation No Return' right out of the gate. Caught in a ferocious ambush by Saddam Hussein's Fedayeen, plus the awesome firepower of the 5th Corps' heavy armor, and with eight of their vehicles bogged in Iraqi swamps, M Squadron launched a desperate bid to escape, inflicting massive damage on their enemies. Running low on fuel and ammunition, outnumbered, and outgunned, the elite operators destroyed sensitive information and prepared for death or capture as the Iraqis closed their deadly trap.
Zero Six Bravo contains previously unpublished information detailing the essential involvement of American troops in this astonishing military feat. Zero Six Bravo recounts in vivid and compelling detail the most desperate battle fought by British and allied Special Forces trapped behind enemy lines since World War Two.
unconquerable soul. In the fell clutch of circumstance I have not winced nor cried aloud. Under the bludgeonings of chance My head is bloody, but unbowed. Beyond this place of wrath and tears Looms but the Horror of the shade, And yet the menace of the years Finds, and shall find, me unafraid. It matters not how strait the gate, How charged with punishments the scroll, I am the master of my fate: I am the captain of my soul. William Ernest Henley, “Invictus” CHAPTER ONE Steve
light levels, and they’d be blinded. So one operator would always keep his natural vision to avoid that happening. Grey was struck by how deafeningly loud those few words that he had spoken had sounded. There was a weird, wired tension underlying the quiet here. As he scanned the terrain, in each direction that he looked the frog-eyed green fluorescent glow lit up a tunnel of desert. Grey didn’t particularly like the night-vision gear. Sure, it rendered darkness into near daylight, but at the
into surrendering. Who knew what might lie ahead, or what each man on the Squadron—Sebastian included—might be called upon to do? Already, hundreds of miles of hostile territory separated the Squadron from the nearest friendly forces. Essentially, they had no backup and no rescue force to call upon. If the shit hit the fan, they were on their own out there—and more so than any other elite unit in the entire Iraq theater. And if and when it did all go noisy, Sebastian, their newbie terp, was just
if it rained right now over northern Iraq, it would fall here in the Ninawa Desert as snow. It was bizarre. A few hours ago he’d felt as if his head was being boiled in a cauldron. Now it was as if he was suffering from severe brain freeze. Grey reached forward and flicked on the wagon’s heater. He had the fan set to zero, so it made almost no noise, but still the hot air should waft into the footwell and seep up around him and Moth. As for the Dude, heaven only knew how the poor bastard wasn’t
of tortured, burning rubber. He turned to see the OC’s wagon spinning its wheels as it struggled to haul itself out of the soft sand and onto firmer ground. It looked as if the OC was trying to move his troop away from the heart of the lake bed, the epicenter of the killing ground. His open-topped Land Rover was peppered with bullet holes, and great rents had been torn in the aluminum bodywork by shrapnel. Grey could hardly believe that it was still drivable. Behind it, and nose to tail with the