Who Dares Wins

Who dares wins takes place in Helmand province, Afghanistan in 2011. Sergeant Jacob "Red" Redman is part of the SAS' mountain troop and is tasked with eliminating a crack Taliban unit launching attacks from the mountain nicknamed "Hangmans hill".

Day 1- Vendetta
The Regiment never looses. Never. The SAS had been given the most dangerous missions they could throw at them and had come out victorious every time. Now though...the bitter taste of defeat lingered strong for the men.

The cold Helmand night eased the pain of Red's wounds. The cut running down his eye was lucky not to have blinded him, he knew it would leave him scared though. Another to add to the collection. He had been in the SAS for 6 years now, he had fought in Iraq and Afganistan seeing the worst fighting since the Falklands. At only 23 he was one of the youngest SAS graduates at the time and now, only 29, he still couldn't shake the older mens view of him being too young.

Red felt blood trickle down his face but ignored it. He stared gauntly around the FOB at Musa Qaleh. 12 body bags were being zipped up by the camp medics. Red could have sworn one was crying. Other men, Paras, Ghurkas and regiment soldiers did there best to get back to normal. Many dressed wounds and ate but others still had the look of uncontrollable fear in there eyes.

"Mother fuckers!" Red looked up to see Smithy, one of his closest friend with a cast over his left arm, "How did we get torn up like that?"

"They were the better force possibly, better trained Tali's. Either that or the Spooks fucked us over again!" Red couldn't stop the violent rage in his voice becoming clear. He knew somehow, the fuckers at 5 had fucked them up again.

"What do you think they will do with him?"

Red couldn't answer. He knew they would kill him. How he didn't know. How long they would make it take. How much pain they would put him threw first.

The thought made him sick.

"I'm sorry Red. You know he...he thought the world of you. Joined the army because you were there. Christ he even made it threw selection because of you." Smithy's attempt at cheering Red up failed. Red's mind was elsewhere. All he could do was stare at the mountain, rightly named the hangmans hill, and think how he would get back up there. How many people he would have to kill to find him. He knew though, he would rescue his brother.