CHAPTER 11
The hangover, the next morning, was the second worst of Seb’s life.
The honour of the worst went to a particularly rough morning early on in his days in the Army. With his sharp shooting skills, he’d quickly become a valued sniper and been sent on some highly classified missions with specific targets to be taken out. It was the first time he’d killed an enemy soldier that had led to a bout of concentrated, deliberate drinking to drown out the horror of what he’d done. Telling himself it was part of war had been little consolation when he’d been haunted by imaginary images of the dead man’s family.
That particular morning the hangover had been so severe he wouldn’t have minded putting a bullet through his own brain, if merely to relieve the throbbing pain in his head and th
