From I-don't-know-where
There come words, voices...
"Hi, my dear military man, welcome home!
Wow! You look so sexy in new uniform!..
Aren't you tired?
How many those bastards have you killed today?
Oh, what a brown stain on your sleeve! what a pity!.. -
But, come on, don't worry, I'll take it to be dry-cleaned.
...Wanna rum, or cigar?
Or, maybe you want something else?.."