My SAS selection course instructor, was as hard as nails. At the start of each day's training, he would say, 'Men, the easy day was yesterday.' With that, we'd all let out a silent sigh contemplating the tortures that lay ahead of us. From his cage in a putrid, overcrowded Indian gaol, Paul Jordan reflects on a life lived on the edge and curses the miscalculation that robbed him of his freedom. His childhood, marred by the loss of his father and brother, produce a young man hell bent on being the best of the best - an ambition he achieves by being selected to join the elite SAS. He survives...
My SAS selection course instructor, was as hard as nails. At the start of each day's training, he would say, 'Men, the easy day was yesterday.' With t...