Cutt 1 A Remarkable Story From Afghanistan. Revenge!

By Dr Tony Miller

Set in current-day Afghanistan the fascinating story of a very young behind the lines British agent and a chance saving of 20 captured girls condemned to a life of slavery and abuse. The Afghan girls and the agent form an alliance, as time passes the 20 Afghan girls support the agent in a number of covert and very dangerous missions. Then love and fate join hands and the team decide to join the agent full time, they train endlessly, the oldest 17 the youngest Mi, just 12. This is done with the help of a female British army officer, Kate Murphy, who helps fashion the team into a military fighting unit.

From horror, rejection, shame and adversity the Afghan girls become a unique fighting unit, excelling at all they do, their lives like steel forged in fire; now so strong. Their motivation REVENGE! Book one of eight also available as an e book. The first of eight books.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Dr Tony Miller
• Release date: Jan 29, 2023
• ISBN: 9798215556115

Dr Tony Miller

Dr Tony Miller is an International Psychologist and has successfully written to date 32 books, some published in Chinese. The series My love affair with Olga has achieved a worldwide readership and comprises of 5 books. Cutt8, this latest book in the Cutt series is now available and is likely to become a film. All of the Cutt series are available as audio books. Dr T. can be contacted by email at [e-mail] and for business www.tony-miller.com

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Introduction.

Cutt 1 - A Remarkable Story From Afghanistan. Revenge!

Set in current-day Afghanistan the fascinating story of a very young behind the lines British agent and a chance saving of 20 captured girls condemned to a life of slavery and abuse. The Afghan girls and the agent form an alliance, as time passes the 20 Afghan girls support the agent in a number of covert and very dangerous missions. Then love and fate join hands and the team decide to join the agent full time, they train endlessly, the oldest 17 the youngest Mi, just 12. This is done with the help of a female British army officer, Kate Murphy, who helps fashion the team into a military fighting unit.

From horror, rejection, shame and adversity the Afghan girls become a unique fighting unit, excelling at all they do, their lives like steel forged in fire; now so strong. Their motivation REVENGE! Book one of eight also available as an e book. The first of eight books.

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Very moving story line.

A very interesting romance story.

A difficult book to put down, gripping story line, I suspect much of this is true.

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The Author

Dr Tony Miller is a psychologist and has written 33 books to date and worked in over 36 countries. His email  [e-mail]

Cover design Mathew M.D., Ph2o Photography, Chelmsford

Table of contents  page

Chapter 1 – An interesting upbringing  3

Chapter 2 - The start of my mission  12

Chapter 3 - To work    22 

Chapter 4 - Japan a country full of mystery and surprises    30

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Chapter 5 - New friends  38

Chapter 6 - Home to England for a rest, and to do some recruitment.  54 

Chapter 7 - My first love?  70

Chapter 8 - New home, new challenge  93 

Chapter 9 - Time to test our mettle.  129

Chapter 10 - Japan and the creation of the robots  146

Chapter 11 - A cunning plan is hatched  174

Chapter 12 – Ambushed  197

Chapter 13 - Outnumbered again.   208

Chapter 1 – an interesting upbringing

My name is Tom Roberts, my story starts with my early memories of a happy childhood and my two loving parents. My father was a military man and was involved in special services missions. My mother always referred to him as the Commander. Not to be outdone my mother was a former intelligence officer normally working in covert operations in foreign countries. My childhood was therefore interesting. I'd grown up in a military school, my home was close by and was a small farm. I spent most of my childhood spare time looking after the animals mainly a flock of sheep. Since my earliest memory I had slept under the stars most of the time and slept out in every weather you can imagine. As my life had revolved around the farm, I was rather large for my age and had a good level of fitness, strength and stamina.

I liked knife throwing; I seemed to have a very natural and unusual ability; I did it when I was minding the sheep, particularly in the winter. It served two purposes, I enjoyed perfecting this, and it kept me moving and warm. My parents particularly my father when he was home would teach me all sorts of survival skills, techniques for trapping and booby-trapping things, I found it all amazingly exciting. My parents also were worldly wise, and both helped me to learn other languages, I could speak Russian, Chinese and Afghan (Persian.

It, therefore, came as a massive shock to me when one day I was told that my father would not be returning; the reason was given; missing in action. It was a kind way to say he was dead. The military were particularly helpful and very supportive, the farm continued to be run by my mother and myself. At the age of about 14, I was effectively doing a man's work in the early morning, evenings and weekends. During the day I diligently attended a military school where I did well in languages and in all things physical. In boxing and unarmed combat, I was able to hold my own with most teenager, some older than myself .

During my schooling, I was regularly visited by various army personnel, behind the politeness and general chat I was being screened for some kind of military career, specifically a similar job to my father's. In school, I was always referred to as the Commander, my father's nickname. During the summer holidays, I was instructed by the army to take part in various courses. These involved orienteering, leadership, survival and an area I was to excel in, unarmed combat. I always seem to be with full-time soldiers most of whom were in their early to mid-20s.

It was on my 16th birthday when I was to learn that I was to be transferred immediately to a military academy. Leaving home was going to be difficult, my mother had already decided to sell the farm, as was beyond her ability to continue to run it as she had a reoccurrence of cancer. This had plagued her most of her adult life. Although I was heartbroken to leave both my mother and the farm, I really had little choice.

And so it happened, on a cold winter's morning I left with a few meagre belongings my three flying steel throwing knives and a rather special machete, well it was a Szaboinc Siam revenge to be precise; Also, a night vision watch that was my fathers and a small survival kit that was the total of my worldly possessions.

At the Academy, life was not easy. I was the youngest person there by a big margin. I was never bullied but many people particularly when I first arrived resented someone so young being at the Academy. I also seemed to be the butt of some jokes as I was always referred to as the Commander. Life was to change quite quickly as my abilities meant that with many exercises; those that were with me benefited from my skill set. This was to be evident when we did large outdoors exercises on the Brecon Beacons. Staying outside in atrocious conditions was something I'd grown up with and had a good mastery of survival and looking after myself. Also, if you can imagine tending sheep in the driving rain or poor visibility meant mastering directions accurately day or night.

In tome life seemed very good for me and the everyday challenges of the Academy suited me well. I had been at the Academy about a year when I was told to pack and be ready to be deployed. I was only a day over seventeen, and it looked like I was going to do something really important and exciting. I was driven to an American base in the UK; at Lakenheath. There is a small room I met a number of US army personnel. Also, what I can assume was my commanding officer. He seemed very abrupt and secretive. My mission if I can call it that was to go to Afghanistan and aid with reconnaissance work in conjunction with the US Army Special Forces, led by a General Richardson. My reason for being selected I understood, was because of my language skills, specifically Afghan and Russian and abilities to operate in difficult conditions. None of my orders were written but I was shown a map and told that one of the things I needed to help gather detailed information about insurgents training facilities in the area. 

Within two hours I was airborne and on my way to what would be my first military job. I was in a transport plane, which was cold and very noisy, we were refuelled mid-air after what seemed an eternity we landed on what I can only assume was a small civilian airstrip in southern Afghanistan, once I was off the plane it turned, took off and disappeared into the distance.

Waiting for me were two U.S. Army personnel who were going to take me to their front-line position, which was the base for 12 Special Forces personnel. My possessions consisted of my knives, machete, and some food (three days rations) were in a small rucksack with my mini survival kit, I had not been issued with any firearms.

We drove west, off road for about 2 hours by Jeep, the terrain was bleak, sandy and in the main quite featureless. We chatted a little, it seemed to surprise both men that I had no rank, nor was I attached to any specific unit. My dress was just regular army mid brown trousers and a mid-brown tee shirt; I also had no dog tags or identifying papers of any kind. I was a real invisible nobody. I thought it best not to mention that this was my first assignment.

We continued our drive, in the distance I could see smoke, I pointed this out to the driver, it was where we were headed, he stepped on the gas, the other guy, manned a mounted machine gun, we tried to radio the base but there was no reply. I clipped my knives onto my belt along with the machete and donned my small rucksack. For sure this was not looking good. We were approaching too fast and I told the driver slow up, I wanted to look before we rushed in, there was a slight rise ahead, the other side was the base camp. He continued at the same pace, I repeated

It's an order, stop now.

It worked he screeched to a halt, I jumped out and ran forward, the last 15 metres I crawled on my stomach, as I approached the ridge, there was no one in sight, just scattered dead bodies: I waited and looked, I stood up slowly, turned and waved for them to come forward, I hopped back in the jeep, then we drove down into the camp. For certain they had been surprised, the camp was at the edge of a very lush, almost subtropical area, apparently a large stream supported the vegetation, as we looked around it was like a horror movie, those that had not been killed in the initial fighting  had had their heads severed, their hands tied behind their backs. I looked for clues, the footprints led straight into the foliage, and it was evident that they had dragged someone away with them. I had to act and act fast; at the most, they were two hours ahead.

I said to the two Americans, stay here and try to sort this out, I will try to track them I did not wait for a reply I took off at a trot. Perhaps a rush of adrenaline had made me act too hastily.  I had about 3 hours till dark, it was much cooler in amongst the vegetation. The trail was easy to follow, I estimated probably 6-8 people plus one person they had dragged along. I had been on the move for almost two hours. I stopped for some water as I did, I was sure I could hear voices, laughter. I moved forward slowly.

As I edged forward, I had my three flying steel throwing knives in my hand, the machete, with some difficulty held between my teeth. There was a rather unpleasant smell, to the right of me in the vegetation was a man doing a poo, I took the machete, and delivered a swiping blow to his neck, he slumped forward, dead and completely silent. I had dispatched sheep before this was very different and for a moment, I thought I would be sick. I wiped the machete and gripped it between my teeth again; I was crouching down as I approached a small clearing. I had a real sinking feeling it the pit of my stomach. What in hell was I doing?

Three men were sitting with their backs to me; they had lit a small fire and were making some drink, by the smell – coffee. Opposite them was a woman, she was tied to a tree and had been stripped naked. She was gagged and looked as if she had been slapped around a bit. She was looking straight at me. She must have been in her 30's, slim, short hair, and a beautiful figure, also shaved below. A man approached her, I assume the leader, and he stood beside her and commenced licking her face, much to the amusement of the three sitting by the fire. At the same time, he was starting to fondle her breasts. It must have been a red mist moment. No time to hesitate, I had to act. I was shaking, my heart beating loudly; my three throwing knives were despatched in rapid succession, each in the neck of the three seated men. I grabbed the machete and threw it with my left hand at the headman, he was still groping the woman, as he turned the machete hit him smack in the middle of his forehead. All appeared dead. I was violently sick. I realised there was bound to be a point man or two up front somewhere, I retrieved my knives and machete and hurried off along the trail, it was now dark and very dangerous. If there were any forms of booby trap it would be impossible to see them.

There was someone, although I could not clearly see him, I sensed someone was near. I crouched down straining my eyes to see. It looked as if someone was sitting with their back to a tree and facing away from me down the trail. I slowly approached, silently, I had the machete gripped between my teeth, I took it into my left hand approaching the man from behind and to his left. I needed to get close, very close, there was no sign of anyone else; I assumed he was alone on guard. I edged forward; until I was almost level to him then I spun hitting him with considerable force in the head. Death must have been instant. I waited for a few seconds; and was shaking and sweating profusely. I was sick again and shaking uncontrollably. After a few moments I was convinced no one else was there; I turned and hurried back for whence I'd come, back to the clearing. I went behind the tree where the woman was tied up, some clothes were behind the tree, plus boots, and I grabbed them and pushed them into my rucksack. I then used the machete to cut her free, she fell to the ground, and it was clear she had an ankle injury and could not stand. I was still on edge in case there were any more of this group around. I lifted her so she was facing the tree, with hands on the trunk, I bent down and put my head between her legs and stood up, I would have to give her a piggyback back to the American base.

It was quite comfortable; she was sitting on my shoulders as I walked off and a brisk pace. I kept her gagged and I had not spoken at all, silence and speed I felt were completely necessary. I continued at my maximum walking speed, I kept feeling sick. We must have been travelling for what seemed hours, she almost fell off a couple of times, asleep, due I suspect to the trauma of her ordeal. I was on automatic pilot so to speak, I soon recognised where we were, there was a large pool of water to our left, and the vegetation was thinning out. I stopped and got her on the ground, I fumbled around in the rucksack and pulled out trousers, a top and her boots. I helped her first with her shirt; the trousers were to be more of a problem due to her damaged ankle. While I was helping with the trousers, I was very aware that there may be some of the enemy still about, I kept glancing around nervously. At the same time, I could not help but think how beautiful she looked. Eventually the mission was accomplished, and she was dressed and with one boot on. I removed her gag, put my finger on her lips, and whispered, remain here and be quiet she just nodded.

I turned and crawled the rest of the way to the end of the vegetation and took up position behind a rock. In front of me was the camp; I did not want to get shot by accident by the two American soldiers I'd left behind. I shouted out, Attention, attention this is the Commander – permission to approach

There was silence then

Confirm proof of identity

I replied, What do you want to know?

State your rank and division

I replied, I have no rank and have no position, British Army

The reply was instant and happy Welcome back Commander – approach now.

I stood up and walked forward, they walked forward to greet me, they saluted, and we shook hands. One of them said, Did you manage to save the General

I looked blank, the only person I’ve brought back is a woman, obviously army personnel I replied.

They looked at each other then one said, That's our General, General Richardson.

We walked back into the vegetation, saluting took place and both the soldiers helped their General back to the camp. Not much was said; I took up a position close to the trail with a borrowed machine gun and stayed there until daylight. In the daylight the camp looked a disaster zone. I was in the pool having a wash, when the General arrived and informed me The two soldiers and I are leaving and going back to the civilian airport for a pickup at 11 am.

She went onto say, we have no orders about taking you with us –sorry."

I just nodded; she went on to say you are the most amazing person I’ve ever meet in my entire career in the army. As a matter of interest, exactly how old are you?

I replied, 17 General.

She stood with a complete look of disbelief on her face then she said, All I can say is thank you, thank you for everything.

I replied, what about the mission?

The Generals reply we have been ordered back, nothing else was said

We saluted and with that, the Americans finished loading the jeep and departed.

I felt a cold shiver as they disappeared from view, I was on my own and I felt very scared. I continued with my wash, then, quickly got dressed. For sure the insurgents  would be back and soon, as soon as they found out what had happened to their colleagues.

I had a think, all I needed was food, and perhaps a sidearm and that was about it. I started looking around; there were water purification straws, lots of cans of beef, also day combat rations, at least three months’ worth. All I needed now was somewhere to hide; I would also booby trap the place so I would know if anyone had arrived.

Looking around there seemed no obvious place, there was the jungle area, but the vegetation was not that thick, if they had dogs with them, they would surely pick up my scent. My mind kept going back to the pool; I hurried off to have a look at it again. There was reasonably fast water entering the pool, but none left. It was going underground, there must be a channel or perhaps an underground cave.  I dived in, sure enough there was a lot of very lush vegetation overhanging the pool at one end, I took a deep breath, swam down and under, to find a sort of small cave, with a large flat dry surface to the right of the entrance, as the water was relatively shallow, and the cave very close to the entrance to the cave was quite light from the refracted light.

I swam back out and proceeded to move as much stuff as I could inside the cave; there were some body bags I found; so, clothes and some bedding could be transported and kept dry, along with a small field radio. Soon I was all set up; I then went about setting booby traps on the approach path and lots in the camp itself. I returned to the pool, carefully making sure I left no footprints or any other indicators that I had been near the lake. The fresh tyre tracks of the jeep would lead anyone to believe that everyone had gone. I settled in for some time  in hiding.

A day must have passed then there were some shudders, someone had set off the traps. I stayed put. I had more than enough food and enjoyed the peaceful time. I had sharpened and oiled my knives and machete and checked all my kit and repacked it. I was used to being alone, that's what it's like tending sheep, days without seeing anyone. I also was prepared to start my mission without I assume the help of the Americans. Five days passed, I considered it safe to leave my cave home. I came out at night and just laid in the foliage in a position that gave me a good view of the camp. I waited until about 10 am, there was no one about. Most of what was left of the camp was destroyed beyond recognition; there were some fresh graves close by 6 to be exact, I assumed these were made up by some of the returning insurgents. I was ready to go; I assumed I had been left to carry out the mission on my own; I had received no radio contact and time was ticking away. I was at the pool filling my water bottles; I noticed to my left a large print in the mud, it was massive. It looked like a tiger footprint or that of a very big bear. It sent a tingle down my spine as neither of these animals should be in this area: a mystery and a concern as both are killers.

Chapter 2 - The start of my mission

I was walking due west, following the trail I had been along recently, all of the people I had killed had been buried. I passed them and continued westwards. Nightfall was coming and I moved away from the trail and made myself comfortable and got ready to sleep. The temperature was very nice, and I soon nodded off. I awoke as it was getting light, had some food and water everywhere smelt so fresh and clean; I got ready to move out.

Once back on the trail, still westwards I came across my first booby trap, it was very crude, and I just stepped over it. About a kilometre further down the path yet another, again very crude and easy to spot. I had marked them both, if I had to make a dash back along this track, I would be able to see my markers. About 100 metres further on the vegetation began to thin out, I could hear voices, shouting, the language sounded Pashtun; anyway, I could understand it. Someone was shouting out orders about crawling under a net, it was an insurgent training exercise going on. I moved off of the path and very slowly approached using the thinning vegetation as cover. In front of me was a clearing, furthest away from me a large accommodation tent had been erected and to the right of it a smaller tent that was fastened at the front. This was not the main training camp, perhaps 15 people at the most. Behind the tents was a tower like structure about 5 metres tall with a lookout posted in it. Both the tents were military tents, I assumed they had been captured or stolen.

I was going to stay still till nightfall, by then I might get a better fix on the numbers.

Eating took place at 6pm and there were 14 people, It was a good time for me to skirt around this base and try to pick up the trail to the main training area, I had a hunch it would be north as about 10km away was a range of hills.

Sure enough, I had found the trail and as I thought; I ran northwards. I picked up my pace this was a frequently used trail and quite wide, I was also in the open now, the vegetation replaced by sandy gravel. In just under 3 hours I was near the rocky ridge, which rose up and formed a spine running North, North West, I was looking for somewhere to conceal myself and started to climb, there were plenty of large boulders, I got behind one and settled in. I was very hungry and had a field pack of food, and coffee mixed with cold water – delicious! I was soon fast asleep, I slept until midday, peeping out from time to time to see if there was any sign of movement on the trail. I had a sort of shave, checked everything was packed and I waited for nightfall. Just as it was getting dark, two men came hurrying along the trail, they were

chatting loudly, on their way, I assumed to the main camp – just what I needed - a guide. As they passed, I came down from my hideout and started to follow them for what seemed