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the army camp away in the near future, and he
would be put faraway and too far to visit the place.
    He had to do
something! He had to find something that would get him what he
wanted! He needed to!
    It surprised
him that at the same time as him looking for something the
pensioner was collapsing in a heap over the bar and even started
falling over and off his stool, and the barman rushed around and
stopped him and propped him back in his seat, and Cameron decided
to take action and help him further and he immediately started
helping the barman shift him against the bar so he would not
fall.
    “ I
wouldn’t worry about him so much!” the barman announced, seeing
Cameron’s worried face. “He’s always in here, and gets like this
most of the time!”
    Cameron nodded,
looking more happier that he was a local that did hang about the
bar and that he surely had seen him with the three soldiers
drinking there, and he started thinking of ways to question
him.
    Who the hell
was he? Why would none of these blasted soldiers give him anything
on his identity! No matter what he did they refused to say anything
and it was driving him crazy!
    So when the
pensioner started slipping off his stool again, and the barman
left, he moved up to him and started telling that man how drunk he
was and that he should take him home and he decided to take him out
the door to a taxi, which he had seen parked outside!
    Yet after
trying to get the man up and to the door, with him collapsing all
over the place and over the floor, he got annoyed and started
wrestling with him and lifting him up and he started trying to stop
him and he started pulling him across the floor by the legs, but he
awoke more and started clutching part of the bar to stop him, and
he grew more annoyed with the pensioner and his behavior and
immediately broke his grip on the bar and pulled him away from
it.
    He gripped his
legs and dragged him across the floor, while looking about making
sure that nobody interrupted him, but the man kept getting a grip
of places and objects and he furiously tugged him away, forgetting
that he was to get him to give him information on his identity,
with nothing else in his drunk mind except getting him to the
taxi.
    For quarter of
an hour he dragged and pulled at him, from when started getting him
to the door, and once he was finally outside he thought his mission
would be completed but he continued grabbing things like drainpipes
stopping him, and it had clearly rained and he ended pulling him
through puddles and mud, and he pulled a drain at the side of the
road up, and he finally got him to the taxi where he explained to
the driver that he was a relative and had to get him home in his
drunken state, while the man shouted and swore, and they got him in
the back of the taxi and locked the door, and Cameron rushed into
the front seat with the driver.
    Cameron
realized that he never knew the man and he never had his address
and that he had wasted his time, and he wondered why he had not
asked the barman as he surely was a local man.
    To his surprise
the taxi raced away without the driver asking for his address and
he sat for along time waiting for the outcome.
    To his surprise
the taxi took him straight to his house and Cameron paid him more
for his help and he drove away, leaving Cameron considering what to
do.
    The problem was
still there and the man refused to budge or talk to him when he
questioned him and he kept showing him his face features so he
would recognize him, and the pensioner sat slumped on the ground
staring up at him as though he thought he was crazy, and no matter
what he said he never replied.
    Deep down he
was starting to realize the truth and he never knew him and that
the plan was a disaster and he would not be able to do anything
again.
    He grew annoyed
with him and dragged him along the pavement by the legs, broke his
grip on a lamppost, and pulled him up his pathway kicking and
screaming, with him pulling up chunks of