First Man In. Ant Middleton. Читать онлайн. Newlib. NEWLIB.NET

Автор: Ant Middleton
Издательство: HarperCollins
Серия:
Жанр произведения: Биографии и Мемуары
Год издания: 0
isbn: 9780008245740
Скачать книгу
880e54-9b7d-5932-adb0-ce2577c88bec">

      

       295920.jpg

       COPYRIGHT

      HarperCollinsPublishers

      1 London Bridge Street

      London SE1 9GF

       www.harpercollins.co.uk

      First published by HarperCollinsPublishers 2018

      FIRST EDITION

      © Anthony Middleton 2018

      Cover design by Claire Ward © HarperCollinsPublishers Ltd 2019

      Cover photograph © Andrew Brown

      A catalogue record of this book is available from the British Library

      Anthony Middleton asserts the moral right to be identified as the author of this work

      All rights reserved under International and Pan-American Copyright Conventions. By payment of the required fees, you have been granted the nonexclusive, non-transferable right to access and read the text of this e-book on screen. No part of this text may be reproduced, transmitted, downloaded, decompiled, reverse engineered, or stored in or introduced into any information storage retrieval system, in any form or by any means, whether electronic or mechanical, now known or hereinafter invented, without the express written permission of HarperCollins e-books.

      Find out about HarperCollins and the environment at

       www.harpercollins.co.uk/green

      Source ISBN: 9780008245719

      Ebook Edition © May 2018 ISBN: 9780008245740

      Version: 2019-04-30

       DEDICATION

      For Emilie

      To the only person who can make me or break me with one sentence. This woman pushes me on a daily basis and will not accept anything less than one hundred per cent from me at all times. When I lose my way, she redirects me. When I put a foot out of place, she stamps on it. And when I fail, she is the only person who can lift me back up and make me feel invincible. My wife is the reason I am here today and she is the lady that has made me the man I am.

      CONTENTS

       COVER

       TITLE PAGE

       COPYRIGHT

       DEDICATION

       INTRODUCTION

       PREFACE

      LESSON 1

       DON’T LET ANYONE DEFINE WHO YOU ARE

      LESSON 2

       MAKE YOUR ENEMY YOUR ENERGY

      LESSON 3

       LEADERS STAND APART FROM CROWDS

      LESSON 4

       MAKE FRIENDS WITH YOUR DEMONS

      LESSON 5

       YOU DON’T NEED TO BE THE LEADER TO LEAD

      LESSON 6

       FAILURE ISN’T MAKING THE MISTAKE, IT’S ALLOWING THE MISTAKE TO WIN

      LESSON 7

       THE WAR IS ALWAYS IN YOUR HEAD

      LESSON 8

       THE POWER OF INTELLIGENT WAITING

      LESSON 9

       HOW TO AVOID A MUTINY

      LESSON 10

       THE ULTIMATE LEADERSHIP LESSON

       ACKNOWLEDGEMENTS

       ABOUT THE PUBLISHER

       INTRODUCTION

      Of all the people that I meet in my day-to-day life, most don’t have the courage to ask The Question. The majority only know me from the television and so are aware that I served two tours of Afghanistan with the Special Forces. Because my first TV appearance was on Channel 4’s SAS: Who Dares Wins, it’s often assumed that I was a member of the Special Air Service. In fact, I was a Special Boat Service operator. In military parlance I was a point man. My job was to lead a small group of men into Taliban compounds, searching out high-status targets on dangerous ‘hard arrest’ missions. Because of the great secrecy that surrounds Special Forces operations, I can’t talk about them. But I am able to give you a very general answer to The Question.

      Killing someone feels like gently pulling your trigger finger back a few millimetres. It feels like hearing a dull pop. It feels like seeing a man-shaped object fall away from your sights. It feels like getting the job done. It feels satisfying. But, beyond that, killing someone feels like nothing at all. You might find that shocking. You might even find it offensive. I’m aware, of course, that mine is not an ordinary response. It’s not even a response that I share with everyone who’s fought in war. Many brave men I served alongside will remain forever traumatised by the horrors they’ve witnessed and taken part in. I truly feel for them. Being part of a ‘hard arrest’ team meant working regularly in conditions of life-threatening stress and being surrounded, almost every day, by blood and killing. But my struggle wasn’t with the trauma all that created. Mine was with its satisfaction. I’d enjoyed it – perhaps, at times, too much. I thrived on combat. I still miss it every day.

      In Afghanistan, getting shot at was a regular occurrence. You came to expect it. I viewed survival as a numbers game. As point man, every time I entered a Taliban compound or a room within a compound and knew that there was badness on the other side, I played the odds in my head. It was a bit like roulette – a calculated risk. I’d think, ‘What are the chances