There used to be an old guy camping out behind a building, near where I worked. I started talking to him and offered to buy him food for which he was grateful.

There used to be an old guy camping out behind a building, near where I worked. I started talking to him and offered to buy him food for which he was grateful. He never asked for money, he was happy to get a sandwich and a large bottle of water so he'd have something to take his numerous pills from the VA with. He told me, after I inquired more about him that he was a Vietnam vet among other things. I know this is a cliche, but it wasn't information he volunteered out of the blue. He was my dad's age and I believed him. The last time I saw him he shook my hand and thanked me. I remember his hands were enormous and the skin was hard like rock. I don't have a reason for sharing this other than your post reminded me of him.