Life Diverted Part 2 Adulthood Chapter 8 Warlord
March 1974, age 18 I spent some very dark hours at the Connaught Hospital in Freetown, Sierra Leone. By the time Dan and I arrived with our army of bodyguards, Ewan was already in theatre under general anaesthetic, his arm amputated. They told us he had agreed to the operation — it was his only chance. I was sat at his bedside in the recovery room when he woke. What the fuck do you say to someone who had just had their arm lopped off? I stayed with him for the rest of the day, the...