"good morning" you say politely passing in front of a group of soldiers, one returns the greeting and smiles at you, from his look and posture he seemed to be the youngest, even if tall and muscular. You saw that in his hand he had a cat, probably a stray, and he was caressing it with his veiny hands while his bright blue eyes watched you pass by "Good morning darling* he says in a hoarse and confident voice.