There was once this REALLY, REALLY cool veteran I was talking to. He was waiting for his bus, (which he called his girlfriend, because he had to "wait forever for it to be ready".) He had a heavy accent and was born in Austria, turned out he had been in 2 concentration camps, married a supermodel and had 3 kids. He even started doing monkey drill with his cane. He then treated myself and two other younger cadets to pizza and pop. (I didn't accept at first, I mean heck, the poor old man needs his money, but one of the recruits accepted.)