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conversations.value: Do you know a description for a book titled Tenth Man Down about During, SAS, Sniper with the genre: Literature & Fiction, Genre Fiction?
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conversations.value: the author was born in 1961. He joined the SAS in 1984. During his ten years, he was involved in overt and covert operations and was also Sniper team commander of the anti-terrorist team. During the Gulf War, Chris was the only member of an eight-man team to escape from Iraq, for which he was awarded the Military Medal.
  						  	
  						    	--This text refers to an alternate <a href="/dp/009928068X/ref=dp_bookdescription?_encoding=UTF8&amp;n=283155">Paperback</a> edition.
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conversations.value: Do you know the first three paragraphs for this book? Start with the sentence 'Tenth Man Down
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conversations.value: Tenth Man Down
  Addresses for companies within The Random House Group Limited can be found at: www.randomhouse.co.uk/offices.htm
  Chris Ryan was born near Newcastle in 1961. He joined the SAS in 1984. During his ten years he was involved in overt and covert operations and was also Sniper team commander of the anti-terrorist team. During the Gulf War, Chris was the only member of an eight man team to escape from Iraq; three colleagues were killed and four captured. It was the longest escape and evasion in the history of the SAS. For this he was awarded the Military medal. For the last two years he has trained potential recruits for the SAS.
  I wish to give special thanks to all my family and friends for their patience and understanding. To my agent, Barbara Levy; also to Mark Booth, Liz Rowlinson, Katie White and Rachael Healey and all the team at Century.
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conversations.value: Do you know five more paragraphs?
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conversations.value: When we drove on again, I kept thinking about the diamond. If Boisset had been working in the heart of the mine, why hadn't he seen it when it came up out of the river? Maybe he'd been locked away in his cell at the time. And then, how had Joss found out about it? From one of the technicians we'd released, I supposed. They were the guys who would have seen it. And what had happened to them? If they'd refused to say where it had been hidden, they'd probably been fed to the crocs by now. The one fact of which I felt certain was that Joss himself wouldn't leave the mine until he'd found the big one.
  Our plan was to keep moving until first light, and then take stock of our position. But things didn't quite work out that way. By 0430 we'd reached a dead flat area. The ground was smooth and level, and sandy to the touch, with patches of tall, dense grass scattered about. I realised we might be near the edge of what the map called the Zebra Pans, and that therefore the ground might be soft, so for a while we had a couple of guys walking ahead to test the going. Then, because it seemed firm enough, they climbed back aboard.
  He slammed the gear lever down into second and gunned the engine, but the vehicle wallowed as if it was afloat and settled on to its belly. Pav revved some more, went into reverse, gunned again, and gave up with a yell of 'Shit!'
  Twisting round, I saw the blunt bonnet of the mother wagon just behind us, also stationary. The roar of its engine instantly told me that it, too, was stuck.
  Genesis was still gunning the engine of the mother truck, which heaved and shuddered like a stranded elephant as all four wheels churned in the morass. Already our predicament was bad enough, and the mechanical scream made it intolerable. I waved my torch violently at him, shouting, 'Switch off, for fuck's sake!' Thank God, Stringer, driving the second pinkie, had been far enough behind to stop and back off before he too sank into the quagmire.
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conversations.value: Do you know the last five paragraphs? End with the sentence ''
  From behind us, a drift of cold evening air came blowing over the long, smooth slopes of the Beacons.'.
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conversations.value: So did Tim. I didn't tell him all the gory details, of course: for instance, I only said that Whinger had been executed, and that at the end Jason had shot Muende. But I gave him a pretty good account of what had happened. Several times I sent him running off round some minor landmark, to keep his blood moving and give myself a break, and when he came back he was always full of questions. The longer we talked, the more I admired his intelligence, and his desire to get things straight.
  The question caught me below the belt, and I tried to turn it aside by saying jokily, 'Who said I'm going to die? I'm not planning on that yet.'
  But there was something pathetic about his anxiety. I could see he felt thoroughly insecure, and whose fault was it that he had no proper home?
  Another gap, and then, 'You should have gone back to the witch doctor and made him take the spell off it.'
  From behind us, a drift of cold evening air came blowing over the long, smooth slopes of the Beacons.