18/06/2026
made contact with my old mate Barney (who I knew from my 3 Para days) Barney had been in touch just before the Iraq war began, saying it was happening and he was out there doing security for ABC News and that I should join him on the journey to Baghdad. I was never sent.
2 years later I contacted him again. He was now running a small garage ‘Kwik Fit for mercenaries’ out in Baghdad’s internal zone and I arranged to meet in his office in Bristol hoping to do a story on the private security companies making the news. He agreed. Then I flew to Kuwait, no one was there to meet me and I stayed at the Holiday Inn and got myself on the private security company manifesto as I had my all important letter of introduction from Barney’s company “Amoeba Group”
When I arrived in Baghdad, I realised that my letter of introduction was out of date. My British passport proved more use in the end and I was placed in a place called ‘Camp Striker’ which was like some holding place once you arrived in Baghdad. After a couple of days, I was picked up by Jason McAleese’s son Jason.
Jason had not talked to his father in years and was rather estranged from him, he was a decent enough chap and was the only person who let me photograph him, as all the private security were like some wannabe SAS types, who didn’t want there indents revealed. It was Jason who shown me the “BIAP Ambush” video, which was used in the private security world, or rathe , “the circuit” to show teams on what not to do / what to do-if the s**t hits the fan. The footage is taken from a car windscreen of when a team suddenly is in a serious contact.
The group involved is Edinburgh Risks International, another private security company operating in Iraq around that time. The ambush is on the road to Baghdad International Airport, which was called the “BIAP” and the route there was called “route Irish”. I managed to get a copy just before I left Baghdad, so I could try and sell it to a news channel, which I did on my return for 4K cash. Not many press outlets would touch the story, so at least I made some money on my return from my traumatic trip to Iraq in 2005.