Have you ever heard a pub go silent? I have once it was an ordinary night. Dan, bit of an arse but sound really, was giving it some guff about Beirut. Standard shit young men say. I was there I’d... We should just go in and shoot the lot of them doubt they’ll put up much of a fight. This old bloke in a grey flat-cap piped up. 'it's not a game, son'. He didn't shout but it’s a small pub. Everyone heard. Dan tried to brush it off. But, as is typical of old men in flat-caps, he wasn't so easily brushed off. As it transpired,he’d been in the war. He told about fearing for his life. About shooting high and praying to miss and numbing feeling that comes when god doesn't listen. About looking a dead friend in the face and only being able to feel relief that it wasn't you. For almost five whole seconds you could have heard a pin drop.
Part one here
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