Scott Jones

I'm pulling up at the field.

I am flicking on one time zoom red dot on.

I'm like, Oh, here we go.

And I am the last, uh, the first dude out of the last vehicle in a formation to say, you're going along a road.

Four Bushmasters, I'm the last one.

And then the vehicle stopped, like the first vehicle stops next to this dude in the field, which means the fourth Bushmaster, I'm about 50, 75 meters back, right?

I pop the door as quick as I can.

And then I hear over the radio, he's in the middle of the field talking to his mate.

There's two fighting-age males in the middle of the field.

One of them is the objective.

I pop out the back of the bushy.

as quick as I could and I'm fucking quick and I start running but everyone in the Bushmasters in front of me starts doing the exact same and they're coming from the back door on like a 45 degree angle to the dude because I'm the last vehicle because of my arcs of fire I can't engage through the back of someone's head

I would if there was a tiny gap and I'm confident, but we don't do that.

So I start beelining 90 degrees out from the door, like walking, pivoting at the hips and just walking straight out into the field so that I could get the first shot off.

Every time I went to pull, like my fingers on the, every time I went to pull on this dude, another fucking commando pops out in front of me from his Bushmaster.

I'm like, no, no.

That's why I understand when I saw that bunker footage, they're like, get the fuck out of the way, cunt.

Fuck off, cunt.

Like that's what it's like, you know, the desire to kill these cunts because we know what they're up to.

But then also in the back of my mind, there's two dudes.