Walking down the alley with back slightly hunched, taking each steps with great difficulty. The once magnificent demeanor was gone. Used to be a master seargent in the army, 'tekan' the newbies in the parade square, the once fearsome look had changed to hoary look. No one would have guessed his call sign, 'Tiger'. Eyes filled with sorrow, looking dead. The shadow cast behind looked extremely lonely, the cheerful side had been swollowed by darkness. A mysterious mist seemed to form around, seperating him from the real world. He seem oblivious of the things happening around him. Once being alert that a drop of leaf, could arouse his awareness. Probably, the parting of his loved ones had been too much for him. Tears started to roll down his cheeks, fell to the ground, even the tears looked lonely. Walking or rather limping along the road, suddenly, dropped to the ground like a sack of potatoes, lying motionless. Time had ran out, its time to leave, time to go to another world, time to cast the past behind. The cadaver lay on the ground liked it belongs to the ground, cold, lonely and pathetic. The once horrified by many master seargent had left the world forever.