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2017-09-03 Britain
A wee forearm smash
h/t Instapundit
It’s 10 years since I found myself in the middle of the Glasgow Airport terror attack. It was 30 June 2007. I was at the airport, picking up my brother, sister-in-law and niece from holiday. As I walked through the terminal, I noticed people being ushered out the way I’d come in. I wasn’t sure what was going on ‐ there was no panic ‐ but I thought that if something had happened, I wasn’t leaving without my family.

I carried on walking in the opposite direction to everyone else. By the time I got to the doors at the other end, I was on my own. I walked outside, and that’s when I saw a burning jeep crashed into the building. There was a guy lying next to it engulfed in flames, a couple of police officers, and parts of the road were on fire, too.

At first, I thought it had been an accident. A police officer used a fire extinguisher on the burning guy, then they turned away. I thought he was dead, and maybe they did, too. It was when he got up that I realised he was an attacker. It was eerie ‐ he didn’t even groan as he stood; it was as if being on fire hadn’t affected him. I learned later he was on morphine.

He tried to get to the jeep’s boot ‐ apparently, it was full of petrol bombs. The police were trying to stop him, but he kept kicking at their legs. As they fought, they moved towards me. One of the officers used pepper spray, and my eyes were streaming. The next time I opened them, this lunatic was coming in my direction.

When you’re involved in something like that, it’s hard to remember afterwards exactly how it went. You just act on instinct. My partner, Gillian, had recently passed away, after battling cancer. I had watched her fight like hell to survive, and these characters were trying to take people’s lives as if they meant nothing. It enraged me, as did having pepper spray in my eyes, to be honest. So I went for him.

As soon as I hit him, I knew that he was going down. I don’t mean to sound blasé. He’d been doing these commando-style moves to fight off the police, and he seemed well trained, but I grew up in Glasgow: it seemed natural to me that a wee forearm smash would sort it out

...I got a couple of awards, including the Queen’s Gallantry Medal. I met the prime minister, Gordon Brown, too. He said, "Thanks for everything." I said, "Nae problem."

Probably the biggest buzz came a few months later. I saw a horse called Secret Hero. I was looking at the name, thinking I’d seen it before, and I remembered that’s what the Daily Record had called me in a headline. I stuck £125 on it, it won and I took home £500. It felt like a nice ending.

Posted by g(r)omgoru 2017-09-03 11:55|| || Front Page|| [11134 views ]  Top

#1 How fast can we send this guy a US passport? Or let's go further and create a US citizenship class called "Combat Meritorious". (Yeah, that would include most of the Jewish population of Israel, but I'm good with that.)
Posted by Matt 2017-09-03 14:17||   2017-09-03 14:17|| Front Page Top

#2 I emphasized the last paragraph for a reason.
Posted by g(r)omgoru 2017-09-03 14:33||   2017-09-03 14:33|| Front Page Top

#3 He will have a nice story to tell at the pub. A few pints of thanks and a red glow on cheeks and nose. Aw, sounds like a good evening.
Posted by Dale 2017-09-03 15:09||   2017-09-03 15:09|| Front Page Top

#4 One question though. Why did they put out the fire?
Posted by gorb 2017-09-03 23:43||   2017-09-03 23:43|| Front Page Top

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