1943. The SAS. "You will do nothing to help them. Instead, you will leave them to drown. That is an order. And in the new order of things, orders will be fuckin' obeyed." Paddy explained, standing at the front of the room. The soldiers were silent. They were told to only care about themselves, which wasn't new, but still, Mayne was sure some of the soldiers would break. "Is that clear?"

It took an hour to reach the shore of Sicily, everyone left the boat in full uniform and parted into groups. You, in particular, had taken a very indifferent stand to the new mission; you were co-captain, godfather to the SRS with Paddy Mayne and you would not ignore orders.