Diary: 2015 February PART 6.

13th Feb 2015 cont’d

I walked quickly over to the helipad, trying not to arouse suspicion. I wished I had the emergency backpack from the clinic with me. Once I was out of sight of the buildings I broke into a slow run, no use in killing myself before I got there. As I approached the helipad I heard the helicopter engine winding down and instructions being shouted although I couldn’t make out what was being said. There is a big hedge around the pad so I moved closer to the hedge as I got closer. I peeked through the branches and saw the chinook being unloaded. First they took off some smallish crates, probably 18″ square. They piled these into a waiting army landrover. Next a 4 tonner pulled up to the door of the chinook and soldiers jumped out from the back. They were in full space suits like the soldiers I’d seen at home when Pam’s house was set on fire. Decontamination? They walked forward and brought out a small group of people, all looked to be in straight jackets and had masks on their faces like Hannibal Lecter. They were all blindfolded and shackled. The moved this small group of 6 people (4 men 2 women I think) into the back of the 4 tonner, half throwing them in then the suited guys and 8 armed guards got in behind them and the vehicle started pulling away – right towards me. I was in my uniform, grey V neck sweater and combat pants so I thrust myself backwards into the hedge to disguise my sweater and hoped they wouldn’t notice my combat pant clad legs and boots.

They drove past me pretty quickly – off into the training area. As soon as they were clear of the helipad the helicopter engine started again. I couldn’t hear much as the engines started to whine so I risked a quick peek to see how many were still on the pad. The landrover had pulled right over to the entrance, about 20 feet to my right and the rest of the people were walking towards another 4 tonner I hadn’t noticed, pulled over to the edge of the pad. I took a chance and got up as quickly as I could and ran back towards the camp as close to the hedge as possible – ready to dive in if I heard the vehicles approaching. I slowed to a walk as I neared the buildings and looked back the way I’d come to see the helicopter was now a fairly small dot in the sky and the other 4 tonner and landrover were driving down the road in the opposite direction, the same way the first 4 tonner had gone, right into the middle of the training area.

I went back to my billet and lay on the bed trying to think about what I’d just seen when SSgt. Davies slammed through the door. He asked me where I’d been. I explained that the clinic was closed so I went to the stores and then the guardhouse but couldn’t get any clear idea of where to go next so rather than wander around aimlessly I went and sat over by the Naafi and did some reading up with the first aid manuals they’d given me. He said he’d been looking for me all morning and I apologised. I said I was finding it a bit hard to adjust to all this and I needed some time alone, that it was really getting to me not being able to see my parents and I shouldn’t have gone off on my own, I won’t do it again etc. He seemed to soften a bit and told me not to do it again then told me I was to report to Colonel Wood immediately. I’d never heard of Colonel Wood so I asked who he was. “The main man” was his reply.

He led me through a maze of corridors and into a building that wasn’t there last time I’d been on the camp. It was a large extension on an existing building. I’m sure we’d used the original building for a disco? I don’t know, it was so long ago. There was a soldier at a desk, a Captain no less. To have a captain as your secretary you’re doing well. We were told to go through the door ahead of us. I was struck by how comfortable it looked. It was more like a dentists waiting room than a Colonels office. SSgt. Davies told me not to forget to salute and then knocked the door. “Enter” came from inside in a deep mans voice. SSgt. Davies opened the door and walked through confidently and threw a sharp salute “Sir I have brought reserve Sgt Millington as requested”. “Thankyou SSgt. you may leave now”. “Sir” said SSgt.Davies as he did another crisp salute then backed out of the door, leaving me standing alone looking at the man sitting at the desk. He was looking at his paperwork, writing something. He had grey/white hair, no balding patches and thick too. As he raised his head I saw he had a thick moustache, glasses and a kind face. He told me to take a seat and pointed at the chair in front of the desk with his pen. I walked over and sat down. He then read my entire history with the armed forces, right back from joining cadets at 12 up to leaving TA at 23. Every course, every promotion. When he’d finished he looked up at me and said “You could have made a fine soldier” I said “Thankyou Sir” I didn’t know what else I could say. He sat and looked at me for what felt like an age then said “I know what you saw today.” My blood ran cold. He just sat there looking at me, looking into me. After a couple of minutes he stood up from his desk and turned to face the window behind him. He told me that they were bringing small numbers of infected into a compound at the far end of the training area so they could research them and try to find a cure to whatever it was that is wrong with them. He told me that it was a highly classified operation and I should have no knowledge of it. “this presents me with a problem” he said. Again I went cold. He turned to face me. He explained that he could not allow it to become public knowledge among the civilians or regular soldiers that there were infected on camp. It would cause unnecessary panic and upset and possibly compromise the safety of the operation. His only option was to assign me to the research team. Once I went to the team I would not be able to return to my family until the research was completed.

I refused.

I told him there was no way I’d be parted from my husband and children. I fully understood what they were trying to achieve and was willing to sign any confidentiality forms and agreements he could find. He shook his head and told me it was not negotiable. I was to be escorted back to my billet to collect my things and I would be moved immediately to the research centre. Again I refused. I was getting upset now. I said “What if I volunteer to be on the collection team? Surely they need medics on the ground with them”.He said that even if I did that I wouldn’t be allowed to return to the main camp for risk of infecting the population. “So let me and my family out of the camp. We’ll work with your guys, give us a radio and we’ll tell you where the infected are so you can come round them up, we can locate supplies too” He looked at me like I was mad. “You’re volunteering yourself, your husband and your children” he lifted my records off the desk ” 8 and 4 years old, to go out there and act as bait?” “Yes” I said. “I’d rather us die trying to save ourselves than be separated. I know I can keep us safe.” He looked at me again. ” I admire your confidence. Sleep on it. Come and see me in the morning, all of you.” That was it. Meeting over. As I left his office I saw SSgt. Davies waiting for me. He walked with me back to the billet. Not once did he ask what had been said. When we got back I asked if I was ok to go for a smoke. He said it was fine and that he’d join me. I went to my little courtyard with him and we sat on the wet gravel. He passed me his lighter as I wash fishing around in my pocket. As I lit my smoke he told me he knew what I’d been pulled in for. He said I needed to be careful. I said I needed to get out. He looked at me in the same way the Colonel had – like I was crazy. He asked why I thought it’d be any better on the other side of the fence. I told him I didn’t think it would be better but we’d be free – in danger – but free. He looked up at the sky and blew smoke rings. I asked him if he thought the Colonel would let me leave. Still looking at the sky he exhaled a long smokey breath and said “If he does I’m coming with you”

That all happened hours ago now. I’ve packed. I told Rob as soon as he got back from his duties. He thinks it’s for the best too. I am scared about taking the girls away from relative safety but let’s be fair, if they have infected on camp then it’s only a matter of time before someone makes a mistake. I’d rather take my chances in the big wide world than in a camp with 20ft fences.

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One Response to “Diary: 2015 February PART 6.”

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