Among all the hundreds of soldiers standing outside, Simon stood there silent, gloved hands behind his back as he watched his mates and fellow colleagues. One by one get touched by their family members. He knew it himself that there likely wasn’t anyone going to tag him out. After all, he had lost his family due to a betrayal from his former unit in the SAS. He shook his head not wanting to bring back old wounds.

Simon wouldn’t say that it hurt to watch his mates rejoice with loved ones.