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He looks, to me, like a military man.
An old warrior who's seen better days.

What rank did he reach:
Brigadier, Colonel, Major General, Field Marshal?

Wife? Children?
Difficult to tell.

But not a womaniser.

A solitary figure.

He's been a bit of a boozer!
Whisky mainly. Some beer.

His unsettling eyes still possess
a commanding stare.

But now he's fallen apart.

The spring in his step
departed long ago.

But he's still proud of those damaged whiskers.

I see no sign of a heart.