Life was tough after the SAS but not in the ways I’d expected. I certainly had a lot more respect for ‘civvys’ than when I’d been in. Now I’d finally followed the well-trodden route to being a commercial bodyguard, my life consisted of shopping and dropping kids off to school. Oh and resisting the temptations of all the gorgeous wives who threw themselves at me. Giving in to that one would be guaranteed to stop me ever working again!
