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Zero Six Bravo: 60 Special Forces. 100,000 Enemy. The Explosive True Story. [Format Kindle]

Damien Lewis
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Steve Grayling was crouched in a hidden position, the ink-black desert night deathly quiet all around him. Or at least it had been until the last few minutes of his sentry duty, which was scheduled to last from 0400 hours until first light. But then the first of the animals had appeared.

In the open, empty quiet of the Iraqi desert his senses had been heightened, his hearing tuned in to the utter absence of life. The slightest noise would signify movement, which meant something living was out there, which in turn might signal danger. But the bone-dry rock and sand had offered little to remind him that he was still on earth and not on some barren, lifeless moonscape.

That was how it had been for the first ninety minutes of his watch – until, from out of nowhere, the herd of goats had appeared. The hollow tinkling of the animal’s bell sounded alien and alarming as it beat out an eerie rhythm across the bare stillness. It seemed impossible that any four-legged creature could survive in a place so empty of water and vegetation – yet here the goats were. And with the scraggly creatures had come the inevitable two-legged escort.

Everything about the desert night was black. The moon was hanging low on the horizon, and above it the stars formed a skein of brightness that stretched across the heavens, but still the light intensity at ground level had to be no more than 10 millilux. Under such illumination the terrain all around him was so devoid of features as to form a flat, uniform void.

It was only the goats that stood out, their erect forms casting long, leggy moon-shadows. The white splotches on their coats glowed silvery bright, like patches of polished chain mail set into a suit of dark armour. As for the goat-herder, he appeared giantlike, casting mighty distorted shadows as he walked, using a long stick to steer the herd to wherever it was he was heading.

Steve Grayling hunched over the hulking great form of a .50-calibre heavy machine-gun, its barrel tracing the herd’s every move. He’d long lost the feeling in his hands. Come nightfall, the temperature plummeted in the desert, and he was stiff from the cold. Ice had seeped into his every joint and limb, yet still his frozen fingers gripped resolutely the twin handles of his weapon. He was minutely adjusting his aim, and poised to unleash a barrage of rounds onto the target – that’s if the goat-herder made the fatal mistake of stumbling onto their position.

He hoped to hell that moment never came, for then he’d have to decide whether or not to open fire. Steve faced a horrible dilemma; if he were to open fire it would be against all the rules of engagement and he might well face the full force of law for doing so – for the goat-herder was no more than an adolescent kid.

Killing kids: that wasn’t what he had imagined doing when he’d gone for selection into Special Forces. Back then he’d fancied joining the elite, the few who dare, so he could take the fight to the bad guys, Britain’s foremost terrorist enemies. Steve was one of the veterans of the Squadron, one of the ‘old and the bold’. Back when he’d joined, Britain’s chief enemy had been the IRA, and he’d never for one moment imagined himself preparing to unleash a barrage of armour-piercing rounds against a kid.

But if that goat-herder did blunder into their position and Steve didn’t open fire, then he had few doubts about the consequences. They’d have to consider their mission well and truly blown, and to expect the enemy to come after them relentlessly and in massive and deadly strength. After all, one of their units had already got shot up and hunted by Iraqi forces across miles of trackless desert – prompting a series of battles from which its men had been very lucky to escape with their lives.

The Squadron was a good 150 kilometres into Iraq by now. Although their route northwards lay through the empty wastes of the Ninawa Desert, due east lay the heavily populated area of Bayji, one of Saddam Hussein’s key strongholds. During the pre-mission briefings they’d been warned that the population of Bayji – both the military based there and the militias – were fanatically loyal to the ‘Great Leader’ Saddam. No doubt about it – if Goat Boy saw them and raised the alarm, the Squadron was going to be in a whole world of trouble.

The nearest animals had to be a good hundred yards away, but with every second they seemed to be drawing closer. With Grayling’s open-topped vehicle shrouded in camouflage netting, and his face caked in several days’ worth of camouflage cream mixed with dried sweat and dirt, he figured the goat-herder would have to be right on top of their position before he noticed anything. He’d likely have to peer long and hard into the bed of the wadi before the indistinct blobs might resolve themselves into the recognizable shapes of more than twenty four-wheel-drive vehicles and quad bikes. By that time Goat Boy would be just yards away from the gaping muzzle of Steve’s weapon. He’d be opening fire at point-blank range.

A round unleashed from the .50-cal would leave the muzzle at a velocity of 2,910 feet per second. It would rip a cigar-sized hole where it hit, but exit leaving a gaping wound the size of a giant frying-pan. It was bad enough thinking of it doing that to a fully grown man, let alone to the body of an Iraqi kid, and Steve wanted nothing more than for those goats to piss right off out of there.

Momentarily, he flicked his eyes away from the approaching threat, to do a visual check on their position. As the sentry for Six Troop of M Squadron, he had the northwestern segment of their position to keep watch over. His arc of responsibility ran from 12 o’clock around to 4 o’clock, 12 o’clock being due north.

To either side and humped along the jagged rim of the wadi he could just make out the silhouettes of two of the other sentries, the blokes from Four and Five Troop. Like him, they were hunched motionless over their vehicle-mounted weapons, the body of each of their wagons hidden in the cover of the dry riverbed.

He had to assume the other sentries had heard, if not seen, the goats from where they were positioned. But it was towards his arc of fire that the foremost animals were heading, wandering across the flat desert and taking the occasional nibble at God only knew what. Over the three days that the Squadron had been pushing through the Iraqi wilderness, Steve had started to think that nothing could grow in this sun-blasted wasteland.

Clearly, the goats knew otherwise.

Steve shifted his gaze further east, towards the centre of the sheer-sided wadi. There sat the vehicles of their Headquarters Troop, the distinctive whippy antennae marking out the signals wagon. The HQ Troop was surrounded by the protective firepower of the sixty-odd men of the Squadron – though all apart from the handful on sentry were sleeping the sleep of the dead right now.

Steve had to assume that Reggie, their Squadron OC, was oblivious to the threat, but there was little point in alerting him to the goat-herder’s presence, for the decision to pull the trigger would be Steve’s and Steve’s alone. If the herd kept its distance, the shepherd would live. If the animals came too close and the goat-herder got wise to M Squadron’s presence, Steve would have to decide in that split second whether to open fire and kill him.

There was no chance of trying to capture the little blighter. By the time Steve had made it out of the wagon – fighting his way through the camo-netting as he went – and clambered up the steep, rocky side of the wadi, the kid would be long gone.

Regular soldiers in the British Army tended to be told when to eat, sleep or take a piss. Often, only the senior ranks carried a map, and the riflemen knew little about where they were going or what the bigger picture might be. Special Forces soldiering was a whole different ball game. Operators like Grayling were given the entire sketch of the mission, and they were sent out to find their own way and achieve the objective using their own drive and initiative.

Decisions were based on intuition and past operational experience, and Steve had plenty of that to draw on. He’d done several missions serving in joint SAS–SBS units, and on many of those they’d been outnumbered and outgunned. Those ops had given men like Grayling a baptism of fire at the hard and brutal end of soldiering.

But the trouble was, Grayling had no experience to draw on whatsoever when it came to killing kids.

He had no idea exactly how long he’d spent on stag. He couldn’t risk a glance at his watch. The slightest movement might draw the goat-herder’s eye, plus the faintly luminous dial would shine out like a beacon in the dark. All he knew was that the horizon to the east was brightening slightly, which had to mean that first light – 0600 – couldn’t be that far away.

Steve noticed a figure moving silently through the shadows of the dry riverbed. It was the Six Troop Sergeant Major. He paused to wake one of Steve’s fellow Six Troop operatives. Dave Saddler was scheduled to take over from him on watch. He was lying comatose on the dirt next to one of the ‘Pinkies’, as they called their open-topped desert-adapted Land Rovers.

You always woke the next guy a good fifteen minutes early, so he had time to get some food and liquid on board before taking over sentry. He could hardly set his watch to wake himself at the right time – for even the faintest bleep-bleep-bleep or the brrrr of an alarm’s vibrations could travel a great distance on the still desert air. So one bloke had to stay alert and organize the sentry rotation, waking the others at their allotted times.

With Dave being wakened, Grayling figured it had to be around 0545, which meant that he had fifteen minutes in which to make the call. He didn’t want to leave that decision to Dave, one of the youngest and least experienced operators in the Squadron. Steve had got him on his team in part so he could mentor him through the coming mission.

Killing kids definitely wasn’t the way to get him started.

Revue de presse

"Sixty Special Forces against 100,000—a feat of British arms to take the breath away."—Frederick Forsyth

“Suspenseful and well-written . . . Lewis does an excellent job of maintaining tension . . .  he vividly recounts the soldiers’ fatigue, stress and fear.” —Kirkus Reviews

"Sent against overwhelming odds by bad intelligence and wishful thinking, the sixty men of British Special Forces' M Squadron found themselves surrounded by Iraq's 5th Corps, 100,000 of Saddam's finest, plus thousands of fanatical Fedayeen militia. Damien Lewis' true story of the courage and valor of the fierce warriors who guard our civilization is mesmerizin. Zero Six Bravo is an absolute must read."—Stephen Coonts, author of Pirate Alley

"One of the best accounts of a behind-enemy-lines mission ever."—Phil Campion, ex-SAS and author of Born Fearless

"The most dangerous mission of the Second Gulf War."—Sun

"A dramatic story that few ever knew about."—Metro
 

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2.0 étoiles sur 5 Moyen au mieux 12 janvier 2015
Par BLT
Format:Broché|Achat vérifié
Une unité de SBS en opération en Irak lors de la seconde guerre du golfe. Un style brouillon, une histoire simple, celle d'un échec. Pas beaucoup de fond.
Une incursion vue par un sous-officier dans son Land-Rover au milieu d'autres Land-Rovers et quads. On roule de nuit, on se cache le jour, on dort peu et on est inquiet souvent .... quand soudain wham ! ça tire de partout, en fait l'ennemi les suivait et tente de les détruire.

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Entrainement, présentation des équipages, infiltration (un quart du livre), navigation itinérante (le gros du bouquin), accrochage et exfiltration (moins du quart).
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5.0 étoiles sur 5 A Real-Life Mission Impossible 7 mai 2013
Par Dennis N. Griffin - Publié sur Amazon.com
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Sometimes in war, fighting men and women are assigned to missions that are not only exceptionally dangerous, but achieving a successful outcome borders on the impossible. Also during combat, details of events can be blurred or misstated--intentionally or unintentionally--resulting in heroes looking like cowards and vice versa.

Those elements were present in a British Special Forces operation in Iraq during the Second Gulf War, in March 2003. M Squadron with 60 men, was tasked to travel 1,000 kilometers behind enemy lines to accept the surrender of the 100,000-strong Iraqi Army 5th Corps. However, when M Squadron reached its objective, 5th Corps was far from ready to surrender. Against overwhelming odds in numbers, firepower and supplies, M Squadron fought a tenacious battle for its very survival until it could be extracted. The fight they put up was truly one for the books! But unfortunately, some dubbed M Squadron as the ones who ran away from the enemy.

Now, in Zero Six Bravo, author Damien Lewis sets the record straight and details the many acts of valor and heroism performed by the members of M Squadron in the hostile environment of the Iraqi desert. Thank you Mr. Lewis, for doing such a great job in getting the true story of M Squadron out there. The public need to know and the participants deserve it.
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3.0 étoiles sur 5 Modern Day Thermopylae ... 28 avril 2014
Par DACHokie - Publié sur Amazon.com
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Maybe I had at one point, but considering the flood of daring Spec Op stories these days, it is understandable that only the most recent exploits are memorable. With that being said, Damien Lewis' ZERO SIX BRAVO details one such mission that I was previously unaware of: A group of 60 British special operators sneaking deep into Iraq to seek the surrender of the 100,000 strong Iraqi Army's 5th Corps in the early days of the Iraq War. While the boldness of the mission plan and the teeth-clenching chaos it produced certainly provide a great storyline, the book seemed stuck in "preheat" a little too long before things started to cook.

The factors surrounding this particular mission are most compelling: Super-elite British SAS/SBS forces (which included a smattering of Americans) driving open-top Land Rovers over 1,000 miles into Iraq to force/urge an enemy fighting force of 100,000 to surrender. The almost absurd risk of the mission earned the nickname "Operation No Return" before it even started. Despite the raiding force's superior technology, weaponry and skills, the uncertainty of how the Iraqi's will react to the surrender request would dictate not only success or failure, but life or death for the British operators. Basically, the mission added up to driving 1000 miles into enemy territory just to kick a hornet's nest and see how it reacts.

This book certainly has the ingredients for a nail-biting thriller, but it falls a little short of being great in the sense that it dragged on a little too long (roughly 2/3s of the book) before the real action starts popping. Another issue is that Lewis opted to focus on one unit's experience of the mission (M Squadron) as opposed to an overall view. In other words, we're only getting part of the story. There are some instances where the narrow perspective of one unit's predicament leaves readers guessing at what other units in the group are doing in critical moments ... Lewis simply details one of several finely-tuned cogs in the well-oiled 60-man machine and it isn't even the commanding cog. When the entire force runs into the enemy and everything goes awry, the narrow scope Lewis presents hints at other units in the group acting less-competently (getting mired in river bed and failing to prevent the enemy from obtaining sensitive/classified equipment). While this surely may be unintentional, it comes across that way at times.

When the British force is ambushed before reaching their objective, the action starts ratcheting up exponentially. The combat described in the book is more "cat and mouse" with the SAS/SBS men (the mice) driving around the desert at night trying to avoid a hunting party that appears to include tanks from the Iraqi 5th Corps and diehard Saddam loyalists (Fedayeen) zipping around in Toyota's with heavy machine guns mounted to them (the cats). The sense of desperation and frustration are clearly outlined as the group finds itself surrounded with avenue of escape and not enough ammunition or manpower to fight its way out of the predicament. The last 1/3rd of the book is action-packed and exciting; it just took a little too long to get there.

While I was a little disappointed in Lewis' presentation, ZERO SIX BRAVO was a worthy read in that it sheds light on how elite soldiers respond so well when the stuff hits the fan. Bad intelligence resulted in 60 men facing certain death, but these men innately found ways to handle everything thrown at them (in the dark, no less) ... amazing. I certainly wouldn't mind seeing a screen-adaptation of the story. One thing I do find mind-boggling: that of the book being written in part to offset these SAS/SBS being labeled as "cowards" for refusing to die or be captured (they fought their way out of a disaster). You seriously have to wonder what special-kind of idiot would seriously label any Special Forces soldier as "cowardly". If anything, the book certainly dispels that ridiculous notion.
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5.0 étoiles sur 5 another inept "Charge of the Light Brigade" 15 mai 2014
Par William Garrison Jr. - Publié sur Amazon.com
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“Zero Six Bravo” by Damien Lewis (2013 hb, 2014 pb), 280 pgs. A story about a British military unit consisting of 60 special-force-ops soldiers who are air dropped into Iraq to arrange the surrender of the 100,000-man strong Iraqi 5th Army Corps (5AC).

For some questionable reason, British intel thought that the 5AC was ready to surrender. Instead, while the British unit thought that it was secretly infiltrating into a protective, shallow wadi near the 5AC, they were being monitored by the Iraqis all along. The Iraqis ambush the Brits, who miraculously escaped with none of their own being killed. However, the Brits have to flee in a desperate pell-mell haste, and loose a couple of their vehicles in deep mud. I found this remarkable tale to be told quite well. It explains how the mission was organized, and explains how this unit tried to infiltrate Iraq. The justification of the mission itself seemed to be based on very dubious intel analysis.

I found it quite incredulous that the Brits weren’t able to receive U.S. close-air support simply because the Brits were just too close to the enemy, and the Americans didn’t fire because they wanted to avoid causing “friendly fire” casualties amongst the Brits.

The battle-exfiltration process is a real nail-bitter, with great writing in describing the harrowing battlefield action – simply unbelievable at times, how the Brits constantly got repeated “lucky breaks” in escaping the constant Iraqi attacks.

Some reviewers were critical of the number of pages devoted to analyzing the pre-battle preparations -- I thought they were useful in helping to understand what all needs to be contemplated before running off to battle. I really enjoyed this story; I could hardly put the book down for a break.
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5.0 étoiles sur 5 Just the Truth, Nothing But the Truth 21 avril 2014
Par Wayne Crenwelge - Publié sur Amazon.com
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As a Desert Shield/Storm vet, with 5000 hours in the C-130, who has worked with Special Forces in some capacity, I can truthfully state that this is just the facts. There is NO extra, Hollywood, special shout out to "???" organization X......this is just a story. A truth story. If is makes some people look stupid (i.e...the top dogs planning the war, well that is just the way "the mop flops or the cookie crumbles). Damien Lewis shows beyond a shadow of a doubt that these 60 Special Forces guys knew this was a "ClusterF....k waiting to happen" and they were the ones going into the zone to have really bad things happen. But those of us in the military do what is asked of us for our country (and King.....these are British Special Forces for the most part). This should be a movie to show the bravery of all our armed forces trying to right wrongs. I was engaged from page one, and that excitement continued through the almost 300 pages of this explosive, true story of these British heroes. A must read.
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5.0 étoiles sur 5 Zero Six Bravo 26 avril 2013
Par Paul F. - Publié sur Amazon.com
Format:Format Kindle|Achat vérifié
As a Veteran myself, I found this true account of a joint U.S. and British Special Forces top secret mission into Northern Iraq over a week prior to the outbreak of the War to be a harrowing tale of incredible courage, exceptional bravery, grueling bounds of human endurance and self sacrifice a page turner from start to finish. These were truely the best of the best and I salute each and every one of them and all who have gone before and since into harms way for the freedom of others.

This is a must read!
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