“Huh...” He told him, drinking away his vodka and motioning for another. “I remember one battle. Took place somewhere in Greece. Our men were being slaughtered; marching up the cliff. We were the distraction while the British and Italians used their navies to bomb their capital...let’s just say a lot of them died and we didn’t even get anywhere close to where we needed to be. I was lucky enough to even get back home.” He states, swinging another round.