Eight lives down

Chris Hunter says the bomb technician's prayer many times over during his tour of Iraq. His is the most dangerous job, in the most dangerous place in the world - to make safe the British sector in Iraq against some of the most technically advanced terrorists in the world. It is a 24/7 job - his team defuse over 45 bombs in the first two months alone. The people they're up against don't play by the Geneva Convention. For them, there are no rules, only results. Bombs, rockets, grenades, ambushes, booby traps - death by any means necessary. Welcome to the real Wild West. The job of Bomb Disposal Officer in Iraq is a lonely one. You are alone with the sound of your own breathing and the drumming of your heart in a protective suit in forty plus degrees of heat. The drawbridge has been pulled up behind you as you advance on your goal. Playtime is over. It's just you and the bomb. Just when life couldn't get any more dangerous for Chris Hunter, the stakes are raised again. Halfway through his tour, he is told the following: 'They want you dead, Chris. You and your team have captured their weaponry, you've fingered them with forensics, you've neutralised a shedload of their IEDs, and basically you're making Behadli and his lot look like cunts. They're out to kill the golden-haired bomb man in Basra.'