Apathy Jack writes:
This Is Not A Drill by Paul Carter
The drive back was incident-free, apart from one road block where we had to stop as some rocks had fallen onto the road from an overhanging cliff. Everyone had their fingers on triggers and shifted nervously in their seats, scanning for a threat. I noticed a giant old billboard by the road. Left over from the Soviet occupation, it depicted two hands, one full of opium, the other full of money, and on the opposite side figures handing over a rocket. It was the international sign for ‘We’ll give you drugs and money for stinger missiles’.
This book is the follow up to the brilliant Don't Tell Mum I Work On The Rigs - She Thinks I'm A Piano Player In A Whorehouse, which I cannot recommend highly enough.