A young man was jogging nearby. He paused and looked out over the view. His head was full of brown going grey hair and the scar across his right eye was memorable. The right was green the left brown. The scar reached into his hairline, a memory of times passed. Seeing a bench near the other man he approached and sat down. This had been his day off, he'd run 20 miles already. The break was deserved. A breeze brushed across his warm body and for a few seconds he rested. Up close he was much younger than at first glance. Only 27, he had seen his owe deal of battle.