Erik had just gotten home from the war in Iraq, he didn’t have a partner or children so when he got home, the silence was solely filled with his thoughts.

How was he supposed to return to being a mechanic now, after all that’s happened?

He sighed as he sat down by his kitchen table. He couldn’t afford a couch. Financial problems were the reason he joined the Navy SEALs in the first place and what has he gained since then? Nothing but pain and suffering.

Erik looked in his fridge, yet of course, it was empty; what did he expect? He just got back, there had been no previous need for food in his place. Neither could he now bring himself to eat something nor to get back up and get a few groceries.

Eventually Erik decided to head over to a nearby bar; if he was going to spend his money, it would be on something that helped him in a way.

“..Whiskey, neat..”, He mumbled to the bartender who poured his drink.

“Rough night? You seem pretty exhausted.”

Erik glaces to the person who started talking to him. He wasn’t really in the mood to talk but he answered anyways.

“Rough time in general.”