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Jack Rankin Operation Valens 22nd September 2009 Typical Welsh weather. The rain was heavy and my Bergen was straining my back. My uniform was weighty as we hiked up the steep climb of Pen-y-Fan, we were undetected so far. We were nearing the summit, closely followed by a company from B squadron, of this the highest peak in the Brecon Beacons. Our task was to reach base before being caught: The conditions were superb, the rain destroyed our tracks and the early coming dark hid us from prying eyes. Adrenalin pumping, we were eager to reach our aim of three days. Flung across my back I had my HK53 automatic rifle, loaded with rubber bullets, ready to use. The final surge! My men were tired and dehydrated and we needed some food and a hot drink. "We're nearly there now, Sergeant," whispered Dave, our navigator in excitement, "two minutes to the summit." "Is it clear?"...

