Vet

Saw this guy the other day, old man, war vet, the big one WWII. No troubles, he was crumpled, more than his clothes. Shrunken. Proud. Asked for a smoke - "no probs" I say. Give him a light, start talking about the footy, no interest to me but what the hey, he seems like a nice guy. Gotta be, he fought for his country when it meant something. Tram arrives, we both get on. It's like a NASA mission for him, Armstrong in reverse. He sits down, I pat him on the shoulder, "catch ya later mate" as I walk further down the tram. Probably never see him again, won't bother me. Wonder how he's doing, wonder if I cheered him up, made his day. Wonder if he's still alive....

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