A man walks into a  pub.
The type that stops and goes quiet when strangers walk in. Still,  the locals are nice enough. The gent limps towards the bar. The landlord notices that not only does he have a bad limp, but he has a deep scar across his left cheek,  half an ear missing and only one eye that opened up properly. Despite this dishevelled look, the barman thought that the gent looked friendly enough. He smiled, "Yes, sir." The punters turned back to their newspapers, their darts games and their pints. "What can I get you?" The barman continued.

The stranger, after clearing his throat, in a gravelled and whispered voice, said,"Beer.......p..please." The barman starts to pour, looking all the while at the mans'  disjointed face. He cannot help but stare, so he asks,"I cant help but notice, mate, but your limp, your face, ear. What happened to you?"

Again, the pub goes quiet. The regulars swivel around once more to look at the bar where the stranger stands. "Oh." He replies with a nod and a smile. "Falklands". The barman passes the man his beer, humbled by his answer. The punters stay fixed on the war veteran as he gulps down his pint in one. One boozer breaks the silence, "Ere, mate, for what you did for us, hic, I'll buy you that." The stranger lifts his empty glass in the air and smiles.

The barman also feels as proud as his patrons and states,"Look. Your next pint is on the house. In fact, for as long as you come into my pub, you'll never have to buy another pint again!" Once again the pub ignites with banter and cheer as the landlord pulls another pint of beer for the hero in his pub, he passes the pint across the bar with a beaming smile. The stranger, again, gulps down his pint in one and passes the empty glass straight back to the landlord. After a satisfied belch the man replies,"Muchas gracias, senor!"

The pub goes quiet and the punters look towards the bar........................