Campo Minado – Minefield

Excerpt TWO

SCRIPT

After living in the field for three weeks I've been 60 to 90 kilometers and carrying 80 pounds of
equipment and more and even attic ration packs this gave us the shits we were exhausted but we
still had battles to fight the night of the 11th and 12th of June on the outskirts of Mount Arreat
and to get there we've got to run for an entire minefield which has been shelled by artillery fire
once there we go bonkers a bunker firing at anything that moves I've got Ritchie with me because
he's the youngest I see shelter in front of an open fire I don't know if Ritchie threw a grenade or
not but there's a loud explosion and when I looked up their eyes in time standing with their hands
in the air I remember looking at the shelter and thinking I would just kill some guys that were
trying to surrender I remember the quiet and the snow falling I need to check my sections.

okay Ritchie okay okay Andy okay

okay it's okay okay gasps okay okay

They're all okay but now we've got prisoners to deal with.

Okay might get down with you get down so I pulled out my family something I have it down

no let's go here one more section called me over to some fallen Argentines and when I got there I
realized it one of them was speaking in English you've got a belly wound November house China
consoled him he began to talk to me about having once visited England it's something about
Oxford and then he died.

My job now is to search the wounded the dead prisoners for intelligence I'm looking for notebooks
maps anything that will help us and then I was ordered to bury the dead which is kind of absurd
because I'm stuck on a mountain made of solid rock so if he's already in a hole I'll leave him there
if not I'm dragging someone and roll him in.

Then cover his body with his own poncho or dirt or rocks and then mark his location with his
helmet and his rifle so others can find him later. I remember this guy. He's been shot in the face.
And I remember when I was searching him, I came across a photograph of his family so I left it with
him. It wasn´t intelligence.

Sometimes when I'm on the Internet I've come across a picture of a dead Argentine soldiers
brought across the rocks have been shot in the face and I think is that my guy because he keeps
popping into my head on that night the war ends and the powers.

London two sisters and Harriet almost 400 Argentina and British soldiers were either injured or
killed in those few hours.
During the process of rehearsals I had concerns about “Why am I saying I instead of we?” “Where
are the stories of Royal Navy? “the Welsh Guards, the Scots Guards?” “Why are we not talking
about the Battles?”“Goose Green, Tumble down, San Carlos?” “Do I have the right to stand here
and talk on behalf of all those that went to war?” “Where were the fucking British dead in this
play?” (4:33)

TRANSCRIPTION

ˈɑːftə ˈlɪvɪŋ ɪn ðə fiːld fə θriː wiːks aɪv biːn 60 tuː 90 ˈkɪləʊ

ˌmiːtəz ənd ˈkæriɪŋ 80 paʊndz əv ɪˈkwɪpmənt ənd mɔːr ənd ˈiːvən
ˈætɪk ˈræʃən pæks ðɪs geɪv əs ðə ʃɪts wi wər ɪgˈzɔːstɪd bət wi
stɪl həd ˈbætlz tə faɪt ðə naɪt əv ðiː 11th ænd 12th əv ʤuːn ɒn ði
ˈaʊtskɜːts əv maʊnt Arreat ənd tə gɛt ðeə wiːv gɒt tə rʌn fər ən
ɪnˈtaɪə ˈmaɪnfiːld wɪʧ həz biːn ʃɛld baɪ ɑːˈtɪləri ˈfaɪə wʌns ðeə
wi gəʊ bonkers ə ˈbʌŋkə ˈfaɪərɪŋ ət ˈɛnɪθɪŋ ðət muːvz aɪv gɒt
Ritchie wɪð mi bɪˈkəz hiːz ðə ˈjʌŋɪst aɪ siː ˈʃɛltər ɪn frʌnt əv
ən ˈəʊpən ˈfaɪər aɪ dəʊnt nəʊ ɪf Ritchie θruː ə grɪˈneɪd ɔː nɒt
bət ðəz ə laʊd ɪksˈpləʊʒən ənd wɛn aɪ lʊkt ʌp ðeər aɪz ɪn taɪm
ˈstændɪŋ wɪð ðeə hændz ɪn ði eər aɪ rɪˈmɛmbə ˈlʊkɪŋ ət ðə ˈʃɛltər
ənd ˈθɪŋkɪŋ aɪ wəd ʤəst kɪl səm gaɪz ðət wə ˈtraɪɪŋ tə səˈrɛndər
aɪ rɪˈmɛmbə ðə ˈkwaɪət ənd ðə snəʊ ˈfɔːlɪŋ aɪ niːd tə ʧɛk maɪ
ˈsɛkʃənz.

ˈəʊˈkeɪ Ritchie ˈəʊˈkeɪ ˈəʊˈkeɪ ˈændi ˈəʊˈkeɪ

ˈəʊˈkeɪ ɪts ˈəʊˈkeɪ ˈəʊˈkeɪ gɑːsps ˈəʊˈkeɪ ˈəʊˈkeɪ

ðeər ɔːl ˈəʊˈkeɪ bət naʊ wiːv gɒt ˈprɪznəz tə diːl wɪð.

ˈəʊˈkeɪ maɪt gɛt daʊn wɪð jʊ gɛt daʊn səʊ aɪ pʊld aʊt maɪ ˈfæmɪli
ˈsʌmθɪŋ aɪ həv ɪt daʊn

nəʊ lɛts gəʊ hɪə wʌn mɔː ˈsɛkʃən kɔːld mi ˈəʊvə tə səm ˈfɔːlən
ˈɑːʤəntaɪnz ənd wɛn aɪ gɒt ðeər aɪ ˈrɪəlaɪzd ɪt wʌn əv ðəm wəz
ˈspiːkɪŋ ɪn ˈɪŋglɪʃ juːv gɒt ə ˈbɛli wuːnd nəʊˈvɛmbə haʊs ˈʧaɪnə
kənˈsəʊld ɪm hi bɪˈgæn tə tɔːk tə mi əˈbaʊt ˈhævɪŋ wʌns ˈvɪzɪtɪd
ˈɪŋglənd ɪts ˈsʌmθɪŋ əˈbaʊt ˈɒksfəd ənd ðɛn hi daɪd.

maɪ ʤɒb naʊ z tə sɜːʧ ðə ˈwuːndɪd ðə dɛd ˈprɪznəz fər ɪnˈtɛlɪʤəns

aɪm ˈlʊkɪŋ fə ˈnəʊtbʊks mæps ˈɛnɪθɪŋ ðət wɪl hɛlp əs ənd ðɛn aɪ
wəz ˈɔːdəd tə ˈbɛri ðə dɛd wɪʧ ɪz kaɪnd əv əbˈsɜːd bɪˈkəz aɪm stʌk
ɒn ə ˈmaʊntɪn meɪd əv ˈsɒlɪd rɒk səʊ ɪf hiːz ɔːlˈrɛdi ɪn ə həʊl
aɪl liːv ɪm ðeər ɪf nɒt aɪm ˈdrægɪŋ ˈsʌmwʌn ənd rəʊl ɪm ɪn.
ðɛn ˈkʌvə hɪz ˈbɒdi wɪð ɪz əʊn ˈpɒnʧəʊ ɔː dɜːt ɔː rɒks ənd ðɛn
mɑːk ɪz ləʊˈkeɪʃən wɪð ɪz ˈhɛlmɪt ənd ɪz ˈraɪfl səʊ ˈʌðəz kən
faɪnd ɪm ˈleɪtə. aɪ rɪˈmɛmbə ðɪs gaɪ. hiːz biːn ʃɒt ɪn ðə feɪs.
ənd aɪ rɪˈmɛmbə wɛn aɪ wəz ˈsɜːʧɪŋ hɪm, aɪ keɪm əˈkrɒs ə
ˈfəʊtəgrɑːf əv ɪz ˈfæmɪli səʊ aɪ lɛft ɪt wɪð hɪm. ɪt wasn´tiː ɪn
ˈtɛlɪʤəns.

ˈsʌmtaɪmz wɛn aɪm ɒn ði ˈɪntəˌnɛt aɪv kʌm əˈkrɒs ə ˈpɪkʧər əv ə

dɛd ˈɑːʤəntaɪn ˈsəʊlʤəz brɔːt əˈkrɒs ðə rɒks həv biːn ʃɒt ɪn ðə
feɪs ənd aɪ θɪŋk s ðət maɪ gaɪ bɪˈkəz hi kiːps ˈpɒpɪŋ ˈɪntə maɪ
hɛd ɒn ðət naɪt ðə wɔːr ɛndz ənd ðə ˈpaʊəz.

ˈlʌndən tuː ˈsɪstəz ənd ˈhærɪət ˈɔːlməʊst 400 ˌɑːʤənˈtiːnə ənd

ˈbrɪtɪʃ ˈsəʊlʤəz wər ˈaɪðər ˈɪnʤəd ɔː kɪld ɪn ðəʊz fjuː ˈaʊəz.

ˈdjʊərɪŋ ðə ˈprəʊsɛs əv rɪˈhɜːsəlz aɪ həd kənˈsɜːnz əˈbaʊt “waɪ əm

aɪ ˈseɪɪŋ aɪ ɪnˈstɛd əv wiː?” “weər ə ðə ˈstɔːriz əv ˈrɔɪəl
ˈneɪvi? “ðə wɛlʃ gɑːdz, ðə skɒts gɑːdz?” “waɪ ə wi nɒt ˈtɔːkɪŋ ə
ˈbaʊt ðə ˈbætlz?”“guːs griːn, ˈtʌmbl daʊn, sæn ˈkɑːləʊz?” “dʊ aɪ
həv ðə raɪt tə stænd hɪər ənd tɔːk ɒn bɪˈhɑːf əv ɔːl ðəʊz ðət wɛnt
tə wɔː?” “weə wə ðə ˈfʌkɪŋ ˈbrɪtɪʃ dɛd ɪn ðɪs pleɪ?