Somewhere , somehow in those hard months the seed was sewn and it most probably sprouted that night. A night of excess in every sense of the word, we just literally did whatever we wanted and absolutely nothing happened. Maybe right there and then I knew deep down that the path of the straight and narrow was just not going to work, we were all way too twisted already.
85 came to an end and into 86 and the last 6 month of service in the Ops Room, the violence continued to escalate, we continued to look the other way, the guys down the beach went from strength to strength and the bashings became worse and worse.
We all most probably crossed a line and we would never ever be able to return.