The Survival Retreat: A Total Plan for Retreat Defense by Ragnar Benson
By Ragnar Benson
Win the battles of shielding your retreat by means of keeping off them! easy methods to harden your urban or rural shelter by means of finding it good and disguising it. "The top security is obscurity, unobtrusiveness and silence," Benson writes. Chapters are who's the Enemy?, What If It involves a Fight?, past Firepower and extra.
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I have to watch every step because I have re-adapted the way I get about and it’s not easy or natural. I have to check the surface I walk on in case there are dips and bumps, I need to turn with care and I will never, ever be able to run again. Even allowing for a healthy appetite, the result of my lack of movement is that I now weigh something in the region of 16 and a half stone, which for a man of 5ft 7ins is, I admit, far too much. I had an endoscopy, arthroscopy and operations to clean out the crystallised, flaked bone within.
Indeed I still reckoned I could do some kind of job on the playing side, somewhere, as long as it didn’t involve any running around. For that reason I must have applied for around 50 jobs as manager, as a scout and in commercial departments. The nearest I got to a manager’s job at that time was at Scarborough when they were still in the league. I was called for a 5pm interview and as I pulled into the car park after a long drive I saw Andy King, the former Everton player and Swindon manager, coming out.
In fact they weren’t completed because we reached the final of the tournament after beating the Chinese national side in the semi and I had to leave almost as soon as the semi-final had been played. I was told instead to get an overnight flight from Tokyo to Sydney where I was to be met and taken to the hotel in Rushcutters Bay. I duly arrived, bleary-eyed early the next morning, a solitary balding Englishman in a plane-load of small Japanese, only to discover there was no one there to greet me.