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shake h<strong>an</strong>ds with <strong>the</strong> devil 9<br />
‘Nick was a Recce, a Special Forces operator down here, in<br />
5 Reconnaiss<strong>an</strong>ce. He was about to be made a full colonel when<br />
he quit. He knows <strong>the</strong> type of area you’re going to very well.’<br />
Here Cobus paused for effect. ‘Nick was with me in Sierra Leone,<br />
actually.’<br />
I liked Cobus, but he was a consummate hustler. I was<br />
beginning to wonder if he’d sold me a pup. Cobus was sure to<br />
take a generous commission <strong>from</strong> whatever I paid Nick to hold<br />
my h<strong>an</strong>d in <strong>the</strong> jungle. Like a car salesm<strong>an</strong> throwing in a full<br />
t<strong>an</strong>k of petrol to sweeten <strong>the</strong> deal, he added: ‘He’s <strong>an</strong> experienced<br />
combat medic. Aren’t you?’<br />
‘Ja,’ Nick agreed, ‘we were all trained to a certain st<strong>an</strong>dard,<br />
but <strong>the</strong> medical side became a bit of a speciality of mine. We did<br />
a lot of long-r<strong>an</strong>ge stuff in Angola. I had to patch myself up<br />
once. We trained in civili<strong>an</strong> hospitals, too. They had all sorts of<br />
injuries, a bit more interesting th<strong>an</strong> just <strong>the</strong> ones you got in <strong>the</strong><br />
army.’<br />
Nick looked down at <strong>the</strong> table, almost self-conscious.<br />
His voice was quiet, matter-of-fact. There was no hyperbole,<br />
apparently no bullshit.<br />
I knew almost nothing about <strong>the</strong> ‘Recces’, o<strong>the</strong>r th<strong>an</strong> what I’d<br />
learned h<strong>an</strong>ging out with Cobus. South Africa’s equivalent of <strong>the</strong><br />
British SAS, <strong>the</strong>y were highly trained killers <strong>an</strong>d survivors who<br />
fought both conventionally <strong>an</strong>d controversially in <strong>the</strong> service of<br />
<strong>the</strong> apar<strong>the</strong>id state during <strong>the</strong> bush wars <strong>an</strong>d insurgencies that had<br />
torn Sou<strong>the</strong>rn Africa apart for a quarter of a century. They were<br />
dedicated, arguably f<strong>an</strong>atical professionals – but unlike <strong>the</strong> SAS,<br />
<strong>the</strong>y had not, ultimately, been under <strong>the</strong> control of a democratic<br />
government. In fact, <strong>the</strong> South Afric<strong>an</strong> Army closely resembled<br />
everything I had been taught to despise when I was growing up:<br />
it was hard to shake <strong>the</strong> feeling that <strong>the</strong> Recces must have been<br />
more Waffen-SS th<strong>an</strong> Special Air Service.<br />
‘A colonel? Have you worked with journalists before?’