Mud, Sweat, and Tears: The Autobiography

Mud, Sweat, and Tears: The Autobiography

Bear Grylls

Language: English

Pages: 416

ISBN: 0062124137

Format: PDF / Kindle (mobi) / ePub


A #1 London Sunday Times Bestseller, Mud, Sweat, and Tears is the adrenaline-fueled autobiography of the mega-popular star of the hit survival series Man Vs. Wild, adventurer Bear Grylls. A former British Special Forces commando, a man who has always sought the ultimate in dangerous challenges, Bear’s true story reads like an outdoors action and adventure novel. But Bear’s story is true—full of breathtaking escapes and remarkable exploits that would make any Jack London or H. Ryder Haggard hero proud.

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swept over me. I watched out of the back of my Bedford truck as these two recruits who had faltered were led off to another truck. That was the way it worked: Once someone was failed they were kept apart from the rest of us. It helped build us together into a team, and it gave those of us still hanging on in there a certain pride that we were still in the right truck. It wasn’t much, but it meant a lot to us. For the next three weekends, the pace continued to build: the distances got longer,

come together through music, the arts and even climbing. (Climbing has always been in the family blood!) Granny Patsie was loved by many and had that great strength of character that her father and grandfather had always shown. But somehow that regret from her early life never really left her. She wrote a very poignant but beautiful letter on life to Lara, my sister, when she was born, that ended like this: Savor the moments of sheer happiness like a precious jewel—they come unexpectedly and

once again. The helicopter was due at dusk. Chapter 61 It was a bright night as we watched the chopper swoop in low over the camp, silhouetted against the moon. We threw our packs on board and climbed inside. It was my first time in a military helicopter flying at low level through the mountains to a remote landing zone (LZ) at night. As part of the team, as fit and as trained as I could have ever hoped to be, I felt invincible. The chopper soon came to a hover, barely five feet off

had a blast together, I know. His death, though, totally broke Shara’s heart. And all I could do was hold her as she grieved, night after night. Then, out of the blue, and totally unexpectedly, my own father died—only ten weeks after Brian. Like some sick joke. He was due to have a pacemaker fitted and had asked if I could be with him during the operation. I used my old SAS medic card to blag my way in to watch the surgeons at work. Something, though, didn’t feel quite right as Dad squeezed

stories, such as him pouring buckets of water over his elder sister and her new boyfriend as he peered down on them from his bedroom window above. In many ways Dad never really grew up. It is what made him such a wonderful father, gentleman, and friend. And, in turn, I never had the ambition to grow up too fast, either. I remember once, on a family skiing trip to the Alps, Dad’s practical joking got all of us into a particularly tight spot. I must have been about age ten at the time, and was

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