John had finally gotten settled and had moved his stuff to his room. His uniform hung on the back of the door freshly washed and ready for his return to the barracks in a couple of days.

He had gotten up and went downstairs and was taking the lid off a bottle of pop he had bought from the shop when he heard his mother's voice chatting away.

He walked in at the tail end of the conversation and heard his father had been arrested at the red lion. He took a swig from his bottle and said nothing