Blaise Taylor
I flew back to England after spending time helping with the injured. My help however, had a selfish catch, as I was also looking for Hunter, at the same time, hoping he was alive. My search was to no avail and I failed to find him. My heart sank and I left, unable to wait for his possible dead body to be brought to me.
Seeing so many of the men and woman who came to fight alongside Aidan and I, injured, broken and dead was destroying me. The people I knew and that trusted me with their lives, were dead. I didn't deserve their faith in me. I had done this to them.
Every time I tried to close my eyes on the plane home. The images of my people lying dead wide eyed, the images of Aidan's face when the car left him behind and the singular thought of how I had betrayed my brot
