On my first trip with the war-god Darrel Watt we were in an area where we had to recce a terrorist base camp. Whilst in our LUP(lying up place) we heard shots fired , I asked Darrel “what was going on” and Darryl replied, most probably a terrorist hunting party. Darrel decided at that moment that I needed to get my first kills in the SAS and he asked me...”’ would you like to go and take these fuckers out?”

My reply was a definite “yes please” I was like a dog on a leach and Darrel had to slow me down. We left our packs in the LUP and we went off just with our weapons and webbing. Darrel found tracks on an elephant path which headed into very thick bush and said to me “off you go”.

I was carrying a RPD machine gun and had it at the ready for a sudden contact. All of a sudden three gooks appeared about 20 to 30 meters from the thick bush, coming towards me. The element of surprise was on my side, I knew they were there but they weren’t expecting me. Everybody went for their guns but I was the fastest West in the West and I mowed them down. Knowing that we were a few kilometers from the main camp we moved off to higher ground.

We reached a high point and stopped to listen if there were any reaction or if anyone was following up on us. Whilst we sat in total silence listening, I glanced over to Darrel, he had a big smile on his face, he said “Hey West did you shit yourself” and I just replied with a “fuck Darrel that was close”. Darrel gave a soft chuckle because he really enjoyed it.

And that dear reader is Darrel Watt no matter where he goes, whether it be in sivvy street or the bush he looks for shit. This man knew no fear and functioned on adrenaline. He was the true god of war.