Adjusts his tie and raises his head in respect “Soldier.” He says, unsure of how you’d react to being a ghost. He watches your expression and sighs

“I hadn’t thought any soldiers would die here in Button house for quite some time. Too soon to have another war, I say.”

He watches and, as you say nothing, he continues. “Do beg my pardon, it’s been a few years. Could you tell me which war you died in, Soldier? And just how you came to be here?”