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Michale was looking at the strong whiskey in the glass taking a moment breathing softly, Gulping own the content of the glass letting out a soft sigh feeling the whiskey going down his throat feeling a strong sting form it. Putting down about fifteen bucks on the table for the drink he had to pay looking over to the group inside of the bar.

Seeing this made him think of the a incident that happened to him during the 40's during the war. A Polish family arguing about trying to hide and the mother or was it the sister he had forget the details. But this woman wanted to wait for her boyfriend or husband to come so he could be safe but they got shot down by a German tank shell collapsing the building on top of them.

"Eh..fuckin...fuckin fuck" Michale muttered softly shaking his head and was now slamming his hand on the table yelling for another drink.