They were the boys from the Mersey and the Thames and the Tyne. They could gig, they could try their luck as an influencer, they could get a job training for The Company or… well it was a professional career. Some were following in the family tradition. Their dads had served. For others it was a way out of the family legacy. They didn’t think of the danger. They were young, they were immortal. What’s the worst that could happen. They could get out of their dirty old town: Palestine, overrun the Chinese line, Johannesburg. All without leaving their bedroom.