Action immédiate - Couverture souple

Andy McNab

Couverture souple

ISBN 10 : 2841530825 ISBN 13 : 9782841530823

Editeur : Ifrane, 1996

Synopsis

Titre : Action immediate - documents - commando SAS special air service Auteur: Andy McNab- delisle ysis- rajedie susanne- lemoine IFRANE EDITIONS. 1996. In-8. Broché. Etat d'usage, Couv. convenable, Dos plié, Quelques rousseurs. 401 pages. . . . Classification Dewey : 810-Littérature américaine Andy McNab / delisle ysis- rajedie susanne- lemoine daniel : traduction Classification Dewey : 810-Littérature américaine. Référence le-livre (SKU) : RO20257677

A propos du livre

Extrait

"I want to fly helicopters," I said to the recruiting sergeant.  "I want to go in the Army Air Corps."

I took a simple test in English and Maths, which I failed.

"Come and try again in a month's time," the sergeant said.  "The test will be exactly the same."

I went down to the public library and studied a book on basic arithmetic.  If I could master multiplication, I told myself, I'd never again have to hear the sound of a cell door slamming.

Four weeks later I went back in, sat the same test, and passed--by two points. The sergeant gave me a pile of forms to take home.

"What are you going in?" my dad said.

"Army Air Corps."

"That's all right then.  We don't want any of that infantry shit.  You don't learn anything in that."

I was given a travel warrant and went off to Sutton Coldfield for the three-day selection process.  We were given medicals and simple tests of the "If this cog turns this way, which way does that cog turn?" variety, and did a bit of sport. We watched films and were given talks about teeth arms and support arms, and where the army was in the world.  I was loving it.  The Army Air Corps seemed to operate everywhere; Cyprus and Hong Kong looked good for starters.

As I was going through the tests, though, the terrible truth dawned on me that there was no way I was going to become pilot.  A lot of the other candidates were in the brain surgeon bracket, loaded down with O levels and going for junior apprenticeships to become artificers and surveyors.  You'd have to be in same league as them to go for pilot training, and I didn't have a qualification to my name.  All the time I had wasted humping coal and lemonade flashed in front of me as if I was a drowning man.  For the first time since I'd been old enough to do something about I was surrounded by blokes who had something that I wanted--but this time it was something that couldn't be nicked.

At the final interview, an officer said to me, "You can go into the Army Air Corps, and train as a refueller.  However, I don't think you would be best suited to that.  You're an active sort of bloke, aren't you, McNab?"

"I suppose so."

Probably fancy a bit of traveling, seeing a bit of the world?"

"That's me."

Well then, have you considered a career in the infantry? There's a lot more potential--the battalions move every two or three years, you're going to different places.  It's a more exciting life for a young man.  We have vacancies in the Royal Green Jackets."

"Right, I'll have some of that."

I was quite proud of myself.  I thought I'd cracked it, I was a man, I was in the army now.  I couldn't wait to get home and tell my parents the news.

"What did you land up in then?" the old man asked, looking up from his paper.

"The Royal Green Jackets."

"What's that?"

"Part of the Light Division," I beamed.  "You know--light infantry."

"You wanker!" he exploded, hurling his newspaper to the floor.  "You're not going to learn anything.  All you're going to do is run around humping a big pack on your back."

But I was not going to be deterred.  A couple of days later, when it was clear that my mind was made up, my mum handed me an envelope and said, "I think you need to know all about this."

I opened the envelope and pulled out my adoption certificate.  It wasn't a shock.  I knew my brother was adopted, and I'd always just taken it for granted that I was, too.  I wasn't really fussed about it.

"I met your natural mother when you were about a year old," my mum said.  "She told me that she worked for a Greek immigrant who'd come over to England in the fifties and was running a nightclub in the West End.  She sold the cigarettes in the club, and was seventeen when she fell pregnant by him.  She told me neither of them wanted a baby so she left you on the hospital steps in a carrier bag."

My mum and dad had fostered me more or less straightaway, and eventually adopted me.

"She wasn't really concerned about you, Andy," my mum said.  "She said to me, "I can always have other kids."

Biographie de l'auteur

From the day he was found in a carrier bag on the steps of Guy's Hospital in London, Andy McNab has led an extraordinary life.

As a teenage delinquent, Andy McNab kicked against society. As a young soldier he waged war against the IRA in the streets and fields of South Armagh. As a member of 22 SAS he was at the centre of covert operations for nine years – on five continents. During the Gulf War he commanded Bravo Two Zero, a patrol that, in the words of his commanding officer, 'will remain in regimental history for ever'. Awarded both the Distinguished Conduct Medal (DCM) and Military Medal (MM) during his military career, McNab was the British Army's most highly decorated serving soldier when he finally left the SAS.

Since then Andy McNab has become one of the world’s best-selling writers, drawing on his insider knowledge and experience. As well as several non-fiction bestsellers including Bravo Two Zero, the biggest selling British work of military history, he is the author of the best-selling Nick Stone and Tom Buckingham thrillers. He has also written a number of books for children.

Besides his writing work, he lectures to security and intelligence agencies in both the USA and UK, works in the film industry advising Hollywood on everything from covert procedure to training civilian actors to act like soldiers. He continues to be a spokesperson and fundraiser for both military and literacy charities.

Détails de l'édition

• Éditeur: Ifrane
• Date d'édition: 1996
• ISBN 10: 2841530825
• ISBN 13: 9782841530823
• Reliure: Broché
• Langue: français
• Coordonnées du fabricant: non disponible