chapter 002
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chapter 002
SIMON's point of view
Hi Simon Linden, Here is me. Yes, I used to be among the British army's tough guys, the special forces. Life started in a small town tucked away in Dorset called Swanage. lovely area.
Home changed when I turned seventeen. Along with my dad's remarriage, Lara, my baby sister, showed up. Now thirteen and full of life, she is a fiery small teen. She is really dear to me.
Growing up, I was always the child that got into trouble—probably trouble found me. School did not make things any simpler, particularly since I lost Mom to cancer when I was fifteen. That struck me like several tons of bricks. Thinking they were my friends, I dropped in with the wrong crowd. All the fantastic work they produced. I arrived in. Still, I kept running into hot water, and it wasn't me.
Started with a few occasional smokes of weed; it soon became my usual. Ditched education; it was a mess. Partied hard. Twice I ended up in court, once for breaking some stuff and another for nicking items I shouldn't have. They sent me to a youth recovery center. That place turned everything around.
An army major paid us a visit one day to discuss his portrayal of army life, which resonated with something just clicking. This was it. I have to do that. I dove headfirst and ascended to the summit. Made it into the SAS; those people deal with difficult tasks, including counterterrorism and hostage releases.
Still, the army treats you in particular ways. Left with a head bursting with terrible memories—PTSD—they refer to as Though not something people like to discuss much, it's real tough and hits hard.
Currently thirty, I am working on a new job as personal security. You could say I'm keeping an eye on some rich New York princess. Following the army, I started a small business with a few friends from previous military service. We're doing okay, making good money, but this time the paycheck matters more than serving the country.
Welcome to my story.
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