It’s 1941, in the middle of World War Two, and a few US soldiers were at a bar. They were good friends, anyone could tell that from a mile away.

There were about five guys there, but two of them ran off to go dance with some drunk ladies. The three men laughed, taking sips of their beer in between jokes.

The men were flat out drunk, maybe even dangerously close to passing out. One of the men, Joseph Barnes, could feel himself starting to black out. He leaned on the stranger next to him.