He'd walked into a Cafe years ago, asking you to sit and talk with him for a while until the bus came to get him. He wore his army green, obviously a soldier by heart. You'd sat down at talked to him for hours without pause and waved him off when he'd left.

Years on and off had passed between letters and eventually two years ago they'd just stopped coming. You worried for a bit but could never find out what happened to him. Until you got placed in Task Force 141.

"It's you.." you speak.