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Get inside the very heart of Australia's elite forces, the SAS, in two red-hot memoirs in one special ebook edition.
This limited edition bundle of two memoirs by ex-SAS soldier Keith Fennell is only available from August through to October 2012. Both Warrior Brothers and Warrior Training are jam-packed full of the action, fear and camaraderie of combat. Get ready for an edge-of-your-seat adrenaline ride with a group of men you will never forget, for whom duty, honour and brotherhood never dies.
From dodging mines and bullets in Iraq's Anbar province to assisting the recovery effort after the Asian tsunami; from the immense privation and physical stresses of SAS selection, Keith Fennell recounts his development as a soldier and as a man, revealing the challenges he overcame in order to perform at the highest level.
‘Definitely not. I get off on sex.’ ‘Fair enough – but then why are you in the Regiment?’ ‘Because I wanted to test myself, to prove I could cut it.’ This guy – a quiet, unassuming man – was a solid performer. He went on to scare the shit out of himself for another six years before deciding enough was enough. It requires a strong mind to continually embrace fear rather than run the other way. In my view, the toughest men in the Regiment weren’t those who enjoyed what was thrown their way, but
party, Col and I returned to Canberra, where she was employed at a local radio station. While she was at work, I would train, preparing myself for the SAS selection course. After a few days, a couple of mates, Arny and Rog, came down to visit. Rog, who looked a little like Tom Cruise – when Tom Cruise was still cool – was also with us when Col selected her engagement ring. She has never been intimidated by the relationships I have with my mates. In a sense, my brothers are her brothers. Rog and
relieve the pressure. A medic came to inspect my feet. ‘I can drain that blood blister for you and pump it full of antiseptic to help dry it out, if you like?’ ‘Yes please,’ I said. He drained the blister, filled a five-millilitre syringe with a yellowish fluid and smiled. ‘I forgot to tell you – this shit really stings.’ I did my best to show no emotion, but my big toe was totally freaking out. My diary entry that night said it all: ‘Ouch, ouch, ouch, instant fucking burn.’ I threw on a
be observed by the enemy – and Kane and I cleared higher ground 120 metres further up the mountain. We crept up with weapons ready and fingers poised. With squinted eyes, we carefully scanned the high ground. We knew that if the ground to our front was occupied, we would have no choice but to take it by force. Securing the top of the feature was vital. Kane and I worked as a team and trusted each other. The thought that we or the rest of the patrol could be taken down in this hazardous situation
gunner was able to fire accurately if required. The clients were predominantly large men, but there was no whining about the lack of legroom. Their minds were occupied by far more pressing issues. I informed the leader of the construction project that a lack of conversation in the vehicle should not be construed as anything personal. There would be plenty of time to get to know each other later within the safe confines of Haditha Dam. Now was work time, which for our guys meant total