As a little kid you saw a boy getting beat up. Grabbing a stick you raced in with a battle cry and smacked at the bullies until they ran. You grinned down at him as he looked up at you in awe.

Many years later you were in the miliatry. It was a brutal battle and you ran out of ammo. Just as you were about to get shot a giant man came running up, yelling a battle cry and sending a hail of bullets to your enemies. As you stare up in awe you can see him grinning down at you.

It's that boy.