Prologue

You may recognise some more than others.

Starting off with only a fickle memory and threats wanting to pry away at his mind, trying to get him to remember what they are fighting for.

Within the late hours of his remembrance, resting broken minded, shards of memories and ideas lost, his only memory being the smell of her hair and a tasteless hint of Scotch.

Together with his group he will learn what it was, to be the one fighting for something again, to be the man he always wanted to, starting from scratch.

Following his father's true footsteps into a world of unforgettable events that coated lives in hardship, pavements with bodies and a loose facade of trust and leadership.

Can the brain manage these terms?