Scott Jones

So there'll be like a mad shootout.

We'd hear it.

We'd see it.

Um, we'd hear it on the radio, like, Oh, eight of our dudes just got whacked by a fucking mortar.

They're coming back now.

And it was like, no matter what your job was in the house, it was like 10 Aussies, 10 seals, get the fuck next door and, and, and be a first aid.

And, and I was there like the first one that come through the SIG, um,

I'm looking at him putting ketamine into this casualty.

Like the dude's got no legs.

His legs are blown off.

He's got gunshot wounds.

He's fucked.

He's dying.

But the actual medics and the CFAs are working on more injured people that are actually unresponsive and they're doing chest compressions.

And I can see that happening here.

I look over at the SIG and the SIG's putting ketamine in this dude's arms to fucking put him out because he's fucked.

And I look at my mate and I'm like, who's the SIG?

Unqualified, non-commando.

And I go, bro, I didn't know you were CFA.

As he's putting ketamine in this dude's arm, like injecting, and looks up at me, he's like, I'm not.