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that none of them had ever fired a rifle nor even held one. I told the producers we would go but before we did anything, the two groups would have to meet on neutral ground and everyone should be given lessons on firing the rifles no lessons, then, no me, simple. They agreed far too quick and said they would give us all a week to get used to the rifles, we flew out of there two hours later and we were all sad to see the end of our little community.
    We all met at a marine camp, somewhere near the coast, our helicopter landed near a two stories building and a firing range just off to the left, this looked like it had been thrown up for a small group of marines to train on. We would get instructions from trained weapons instructors; we would all be using the FN Scar MK 17.

    The reason they were giving us these weapons were, they were easy to use and get used to and be quickly adjusted to fit anyone’s arms. They let us practice the first day with military ones, however anyone who fires a rifle regularly will tell you, you can never fire another man’s or woman’s rifle, as they are actually set up for individual users, the sights and the stock being the most obvious. On the second day, we started to use our new ones, which were black, we were getting along well with Carols group, which were a lot like my team always interested in new techniques and very willing to get on with any job, no matter what. Out of the twenty-two people in the group, everyone bar five of them could use the rifles and hit the targets at a hundred yards. I convinced the producers to give them pump action shotguns instead, and within the last two days, they could obliterate anything in front of them. We were all set the instructors gave us a nice going away party with a few beers thrown in, both Carol and myself told them no more than three beers each as we were flying out early. We had a good time I found out Carol had been a fan of mine since she was ten, we were also the exact same age, when I had done my stint with the survival competition when I was ten, she hadn’t even been allowed out the yard and was very much wrapped in cotton wool, figuratively speaking. She had used the competition to bring to her dads and mothers attention that here was a ten-year-old boy on his own, surviving on an island and she wasn’t allowed to leave the yard. Her father was a soldier and her mother was so worried all the time he was away, she had become over protective. At first, her father said it was just a stunt and they would have a full crew there to look after them, so I pointed out to my father in no uncertain terms, that they couldn't have as the internet cameras were everywhere and you could jump from one to another in seconds. She said I told him there was no place to hide a crew, as you could see everywhere, my dad became fascinated with what you were doing and even had my mum watch what you were doing. Thank god, they hadn’t seen your stupid move with that first pig trap, or I would never have convinced them, but after that, my father started to teach me how to do survival. In addition, he agreed if I went to self-defence classes, he would allow me more freedom. My mother even agreed, so ever since then I have had you to thank for my freedom, I said you were welcome, but I think you would have eventually talked them around. Carol and I also discussed the type of shelter we would build in Africa, we would go kind of native, but with air and light being important to us, this is the kind of shelter we would build.

    In the type of environment, we would be in this type allowed an all around view and we could catch as much air as we could, but by building a type of blind just like people have in modern houses we could also make it safe against attack by wild animals too.
    The team now consisted of Carol, Amanda, Sharon, Babs, Clair, Jess,  Mike, Peter, Tom, Jack, Joseph, Ian, Dave, Paula, Magret, Jake, Steve, Abraham, Sandra, Betty, Hellen and me