it was the military. everyone had a backstory.. but nobody was free enough to figure out each others differences.. you, with your guitar, strumming out to 'the chain' 'fleetwood mac' in your quarters at night. not aware of how loud it was. waking your captain, price, colonel, konig, and some of your lieutenants. who came to check out the noise. only to peer in and see you and your guitar, falling silent.

"scheibe..." konig. "bloody hell.." price.