Bash was going blind, ever so slowly, but as a proud member of the Shelby Family, he didn't let it phase him.
In fact, he was the one everyone went to with their problems; he couldn't judge what he couldn't see.
He was the scapegoat.
The war meant many things to those of affected. Change, disruption of daily life, separation of family and for Sebastian Shelby it was all of the above and more.
For Sebastian, it was a strange (very strange) sense of newfound freedom away from the connotations the Shelby name had, but also the newfound responsibility the title of Lieutenant Colonel, commanding officer held.
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"You have your own platoon to lead, Shelby. Remember that you are these boys person to look upon when in times of trouble."
Boys as young as just turned eighteen to as old as thirty-nine, Sebastian Shelby - a barely twenty three year old man-child - now had to be someone else's support system when he was barely his own.
"Yes, Sir."
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Shelby's weren't often left on their own, without some sort of kin near them, but for the next three and a half years, Bash would have to face the world without them. At least, he would try his damned hardest.
"C'mon Lads, we've some freedom to regain."
With the, the platoon of just under two full football teams (substitutes included), left the closed room within the barracks as soon as the order was given.
Lieutenant Colonel Sebastian Shelby would do everything in his power to make sure all of these men came back home.
