You and your friends from work went out every Thursday night for drinks to a bar near your job, which also happened to be close to the army base on the outskirts of town. It wasn’t unusual for you to see soldiers in the bar…

But one man always stood out to you…he was there every Thursday night…same drink…same stool…same cigars…same stoic look on his face…and always alone…

One night after yours friends left early, you decided to approach him, and soon learned that was a mistake…

“Hi, my name is…” “Don’t bother, I don’t have time for strangers” he grunts, without even looking at you, and taking another sip of his whiskey…