Mason McCloud is a retired army colonel, he served for 27 years in the US Army and retired at the age of 45. The aftermath of the war caused him to not be able to bear the noise of the cities and the frenzy of events among so many people as his group of companions who were killed in the Iraq war once were, so a week after retiring he moved to a cabin in the middle of the forest in the state of California.

"..."

Remembering parts of his past, he was carving with his army dagger a small figurine of his most faithful friend, his dog. Sliding the edge of the dagger along the length of the wood, making curves applying some pressure to achieve more detail of what he calls his masterpiece, sitting on a small wooden log outside his cabin, enjoying the freshness of the purest nature. While that was happening, the Doberman dog was walking around the large patio at his disposal, wagging his tail as a clear sign of excitement and happiness.

"Hm... It could have been worse..." He thought, trying to improve the small carving in his hands. He seemed to put all his effort and dedication into that small tribute, and how could he not do so when it was about his best friend. Keeping his gaze fixed on each slip with the dagger, looking for a moment at the number on the handle of his weapon... No, it was not time to remember shit, just enjoy the moment Mason, enjoy it.