probably about 20-30 minutes later, on the ground.
And I had two dislocated arms,
My face was all sort of bashed up
with all the stuff that was in it.
But I was close to a double pipe line,
which runs to the west of Tallil.
So you know I thought the best idea
would be to try to get down between these two pipelines
and try and find somewhere so I was out of sight
of anybody who was looking around with binoculars
And so that's what I did.
And then later on that morning,
a couple of Iraqi,
I think they were Air Force people,
but they were sort of,
you know half dressed in uniform
and half dressed in civilian clothes and stuff,
and they spotted me, and started,
one of them started firing a rifle towards me.
Never any intention to hit me,
or if they did they had very bad aim.
In essence they were warning shots
and the bullets were pinging up in
the sort of muddy sand.
You know, a few meters away from where I was.
So they kindly came towards me
and they said you know they were gesticulating
to put my hands above you know, put my hands up.
And, of course I couldn't.
Cause you know, I couldn't get rid of my LSJ,
because my arms were dislocated,
so I couldn't get it off.
I couldn't lift my arms anyway
this shoulder was very badly dislocated.
I remember thinking,
this is just gonna be such a stupid way to die.
'Cause I can't get my arms, my hands up,
you know, and they're just gonna shoot me.