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Once I was a trained FAC, I had to become combat ready, which meant mastering twenty-eightdifferent combat “controls.”

A control was basically an interaction with an aircraft. Each control was a scenario, a littleplay. For instance, imagine two aircraft come into your airspace. Good morning, this is Dude ZeroOne and Dude Zero Two. We’re a pair of F-15s with two PGMs on board, plus one JDAM, we’vegot a playtime of ninety minutes and we are currently two nautical miles east of your location atFlight Level 150, waiting for talk-on…

I needed to know precisely what they were saying, and how to respond to them precisely intheir own jargon.

Sadly, I wouldn’t be able to do this in a normal training area. The normal areas, like SalisburyPlain, were too out in the open. Someone would see me, and tip off the press, and my cover wouldbe blown; I’d be back where I started. Instead, Colonel Ed and I decided that I should learn thecontrols somewhere remote…somewhere like…

Sandringham.

We both smiled when the thought occurred. Then laughed.

The last place anyone would think of Prince Harry getting himself combat ready. Granny’scountry estate.

I got a room at a small hotel near Sandringham—Knights Hill. I’d known the place all my life,driven past it a million times. Whenever we visited Granny at Christmas, our bodyguards wouldsleep there. Standard room: hundred quid.

In summers, Knights Hill tended to be full of bird-watchers, wedding parties. But now, in theautumn, it was empty.

The privacy was thrilling, and would’ve been total, if not for the older lady in the pubconnected to the hotel. She watched me, goggle-eyed, every time I passed.

Alone, almost anonymous, my existence narrowed to one interesting task, I was delirious. Itried not to say so to Chelsy when I phoned her in the evenings, but it was the kind of happinessthat’s hard to hide.

I recall one difficult chat. What were we doing? Where were we heading?

She knew I cared about her. But she felt unseen. I am not visual.

She knew how desperate I was to go to war. How could she not forgive my being a bitdetached? I was taken aback.

I explained that this was what I needed to do, the thing I’d wanted to do all my life, and Ineeded to do it with all my heart and soul. If that meant there was less heart and soul left over foranything or anyone else, well…I was sorry.