"You're one of the laddies working for the Hunts, aren't you? A wee scunner making his living off other people's pain... Go on, scream, nobody'll hear you, or if they do, by the time they get here, it'll be too feckin' late!" Background: Born into a military family, with a long history of serving in the British Armed Forces, Anthony grew up in Drumchapel, Glasgow, in a house made cold by his father's deep reserve after the first Iraq War. The boy never knew what had happened, though people talked about Gulf War syndrome and PTSD, as if that made any real change to the bouts of sullen sulking, violent outbursts and feeling that his father may have gone to war but a stranger had taken his place. Only his uncle, Daniel McGregor was a saving grace, providing enough guidance that the lad didn't go to pieces, and often restraining his brother - Antony's father. As the boy got older Daniel would take him down the pub, telling him about the thin...