War All The Time

Thanks To Jason Mojica

Photos: Stuart Griffiths





Ooph. Being in the army makes you tired. This photograph of me looking exhausted and fat was taken by ex-paratrooper and Vice regular Stuart Griffiths.

It was day three of a five-day embed with B Company of the second batallion of the Parachute Regiment (2 Para) at their training facility in Thetford, near Norwich.

I’d gone there to film the army’s much-talked-about, multimillion-pound “fake Afghanistan village” and to find out how it all worked. On arrival at the camp we felt pretty pleased with ourselves that we’d been given this amazing access to a top-secret military facility. The MoD had seen the films we’d made for VBS that’d been shown on CNN and so (we thought) had given us carte blanche to look around and observe the operations as journalists.

We checked into the reception area like it was an army hotel and found an agreeable room in the barracks. “Ah,” we thought, “this should be an informative and relaxing few days in the countryside.”

Soon after leaving my change of clothes in the barracks, we were driven miles away to a gloomy brick building in the middle of nowhere and were told that the next time we slept in a bed would be five days away. Then we were thrown head first into four 36-hour back-to-back missions that were some of the most exhausting, gruelling and fun things that I have ever been on. We took no drugs, but at the end of it all it was trippier than Glastonbury 2002 (the liquid acid years).

To go with this brief recap of my trip via the medium of photos and captions, I would like to thank 2 Para for finally making a man out of me. L.T.F.D! *


Two members of the fake Taliban lie “dead” after B Company stormed their fort by blowing a hole in the wall using a mortar.

The missions start with a briefing where the senior paras have the day’s activities mapped out. I don’t remember Yoko Ono being there, but apparently she was (right).

The guy posing is a Royal Marine in charge of the various training exercises. He would tip us off whenever a huge explosion was about to happen.

This is Sergeant Major Adam Proud. He was the first member of B Company we met and he runs the show. He’s great at yelling at people and keeping morale high during the boring bits where you’re lying on gravel for three hours waiting for explosions and shooting to wake you up.

These explosions are fucking loud. On our first night there I had to sleep on the floor in a room filled with 90 paras. I shivered so much it was like I was breakdancing in my sleeping bag. I passed out from the cold and was woken by the sound of one of these going off outside the window. All my life I’ve had problems getting up in the morning, but since that day I’m up before the birds.

These are built to resemble forts that the British army use in Helmand. At night they are not very warm so you have to take straw from the fields to sleep on.

These Gurkhas pretended to be Taliban fighters. One highlight was when they re-enacted a suicide bombing.

Each backpack weighs more than your sofa. If you’re unlucky enough to be carrying the IED identification equipment then your backpack weighs more than two of your sofas.

After marching for 30 miles in freezing cold, lying in ditches and eating only five boiled sweets, the full English breakfast you get is what I imagine the first meal God serves you in heaven is like: eggy bread, fried bread, bacon, sausage, eggs, and then Coco Pops for afters, with eight cups of tea to keep you from falling asleep in your food.

This dog is trained to attack anybody in civilian clothing so we had to be super-careful around it. It had been caught up in a really nasty gun battle in Helmand last year.

Sadly, we never got to see this being fired. The main weapons used were SA-80s that had been modified to fire blanks.

And after breakfast, which could be at any time between 4 AM and 12 PM, you’d be off again on another four-hour hike across beautiful fields filled little lambs, shells, and unexploded mortars. We made our trip into a film which you can see on VBS.TV in a month or so. * L.T.F.D means “Living the Fucking Dream” and is a shout-out to Sergeant Dave Etok.