Nemesis

Bagram, Afghanistan, June 2002

It was 40 degrees Celsius, and the heat was crippling. Nightfall was welcome, but the eerie silence was not. The air around the area of Bagram Air Base was stifling. The dull thudding and echoing booms from the evenly timed popping sounds of a machine gun were enough to have any trained soldiers shitting hot bricks.

It was a far cry from London’s damp and busy streets. Corporal Adrian Keenan wondered if he was cut out for the armed forces. Yet what choice did he have because practically all of the men in his family were in the military. Not only were they in the military, but they were high ranking, so an expectation was laid at his feet - do or be disowned.