Bear Grylls Quote
Finally, finally, I was thrown into this tiny, dark cell. It all went quiet. But I instantly noticed the warmth. And I could just make out the shape of the room under the crack in my blindfold.I waited.I was half-naked with my camouflage jacket pulled back halfway down my back, and I was huddled over shivering. I must have looked a mess.I could taste the snot smeared down my face.A hand pulled my blindfold off and a light went on. Recognize this, Bear? a voice said softly.I squinted. The DS was pointing at a white cross on his arm. I didn’t react. I needed to double-check in my mind.This means the end of the exercise--Endex. Remember?I did, but still I didn’t react yet. I needed to check once more in my mind. Then, finally, I nodded weakly at him. And he smiled back.It was the end.Well done, buddy. Now take a seat, take five, and get this brew down you. The quack will be in to see you in a few minutes.The DS put a blanket around my shoulders. A smile spread across my face and I felt a tear of relief trickle down my cheek.For an hour a psychiatrist then debriefed me. He told me that I had done well and had resisted effectively. I felt just so relieved. I loved that psychiatrist.The real lesson of this was twofold: Control your mind; and Don’t get caught.As the DS said, Remember, at the end of the day, these guys are on your side. They are British, they aren’t a real enemy. If they were, then that’d be when things would get messy. So remember: do not get captured!It is a lesson I have never forgotten, and is probably why I have, over the years, become very, very good at getting out of all sorts of scrapes.
Finally, finally, I was thrown into this tiny, dark cell. It all went quiet. But I instantly noticed the warmth. And I could just make out the shape of the room under the crack in my blindfold.I waited.I was half-naked with my camouflage jacket pulled back halfway down my back, and I was huddled over shivering. I must have looked a mess.I could taste the snot smeared down my face.A hand pulled my blindfold off and a light went on. Recognize this, Bear? a voice said softly.I squinted. The DS was pointing at a white cross on his arm. I didn’t react. I needed to double-check in my mind.This means the end of the exercise--Endex. Remember?I did, but still I didn’t react yet. I needed to check once more in my mind. Then, finally, I nodded weakly at him. And he smiled back.It was the end.Well done, buddy. Now take a seat, take five, and get this brew down you. The quack will be in to see you in a few minutes.The DS put a blanket around my shoulders. A smile spread across my face and I felt a tear of relief trickle down my cheek.For an hour a psychiatrist then debriefed me. He told me that I had done well and had resisted effectively. I felt just so relieved. I loved that psychiatrist.The real lesson of this was twofold: Control your mind; and Don’t get caught.As the DS said, Remember, at the end of the day, these guys are on your side. They are British, they aren’t a real enemy. If they were, then that’d be when things would get messy. So remember: do not get captured!It is a lesson I have never forgotten, and is probably why I have, over the years, become very, very good at getting out of all sorts of scrapes.