Bandit Country. Peter Corrigan
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Bandit Country
PETER CORRIGAN
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First published in Great Britain by 22 Books/Bloomsbury Publishing plc 1995
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Source ISBN: 9780008155391
Ebook Edition © December 2015 ISBN: 9780008155407
Version: 2015-11-04
This book is respectfully dedicated to the officers and men of C Company, 4th/5th Battalion the Royal Irish Rangers
Contents
OTHER TITLES IN THE SAS OPERATION SERIES
South Armagh, 3 July 1989
The foot patrol moved quietly down the starlit street. There were four of them, forming a ‘brick’. They made up a single fire team. The point man kept his SA-80 assault rifle in the crook of his shoulder, eyes glinting in his darkly camouflaged face as he scanned surrounding windows, doors and alleyways.
Behind the point came the fire team’s commander, a corporal. Hung on the left side of his chest was a PRC 349 radio. It had a range of only a few kilometres, but the patrol was not far from home. The corporal had the 349 set on whisper mode. Its twin microphones were strapped to his throat and he edged a finger in between them, silently cursing the way they irritated his skin.
Behind the corporal came the gunner, armed with a Light Support