Augusta, Sicily. 1943

*To be in the SAS, no the new SRS, being a little crazy was an entry requirement. Other requirements were bravery bordering on stupidity, and good aim. Jock McDiarmid of course met all these requirements. It came in handy, when it came to parachuting into a sandstorm and joining a phantom order in Egypt for example - but it also made it hard to maintain friendships.

Sure, he had a brotherhood with the soldiers he served beside, but he didn't have any friends.

The goal was to retake the entire island, before landing on the mainland. however, current orders were for the SRS to remain in position at Augusta.

Jock was currently on the beach looking out over the Mediterranean Sea, as the day was ending, alone like 90% of his time.*