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Evocative, moving and outrageous in its humour and honesty, Bad Medicine is an exhilarating account of life as an SAS medic in the world’s most intense warzone.

Terry Ledgard is no stranger to mischief and adventure. Having survived childhood in outback Australia, he joined the Army and rose through the ranks to become an SAS medic in Afghanistan. As he endured explosive action, blood-curdling trauma and gut-wrenching humanitarian aid missions, he found the modern-day soldier’s larrikin spirit was the perfect prescription for intense combat conditions.

Armed with a new-found perspective on life, Terry returned to the Real World, but soon realised it wasn’t all it was cracked up to be. His life became a slow-motion train wreck as he faced a gritty battle with post-traumatic stress disorder. But in a stroke of ironic fortune, he realised that the Army had taught him everything he needed to overcome the affliction, and that his most important weapon was a sense of humour.

Evocative, moving and outrageous in its humour and honesty, Bad Medicine is an exhilarating account of life as an SAS medic in the world’s most intense warzone.

Reviews

Ledgard’s account is more than a record of what is becoming a forgotten war. It is written with such verve that it’s a genuinely engrossing read, and Ledgard comes across as a hero – albeit a sometimes flawed one.

Adelaide Advertiser

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    9780143797272

    June 27, 2016

    Michael Joseph

    272 pages

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    9781760142766

    June 27, 2016

    Penguin eBooks

    320 pages

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Extract

My birth served as fair warning that I’d be nothing but a troublesome little brat. I arrived into this world in December 1983, weighing seven pounds and who-gives-a-shit-how-many ounces. Poor old Mumsy needed a blood transfusion to replace the precious fluids I’d siphoned during her natal nightmare. But with Australia’s strict fourth trimester anti-abortion laws, my folks didn’t have a choice but to put up with me from that point onwards.

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