I'm sat here, and it is hard to read the words on the screen.Fearing that they would be killed as "collaborators" with the British, Mr Baiphy and the other Iraqi police fled.
"I said to Sgt Tim: 'Please come with us. You will be safe with us.' I begged him."
The British insisted on staying, perhaps believing that their chances of survival were greatest under cover of the police station.
But they were already cut off from help. Ringleaders in the mob had stolen their Land Rover containing their radios. The vehicle was driven about half a mile to a bridge, where it was looted, burned and tipped into the river.
Sgt Tim's last words to Mr Baiphy have a vivid ring of desperation. "He asked me for a radio to talk to his superiors," Mr Baiphy said. "He said: 'Our radio has been burned in the Land Rover.' "
But the Iraqis had no functioning radio to offer and jumped out of a rear window and escaped by scrambling over a wall. The Britons were left to face the chanting mob alone, armed only with their SA 80 rifles.
Outnumbered by perhaps 1,000 to one, they mounted a desperate last stand in the baking heat.
Shattered windows, rooms pockmarked with bullet holes and the pulverised brickwork of the wall surrounding the police station show how fiercely they fought.