[ WP ] An aging veteran gets dragged to a paintball facility by his grandkids . Another elderly man is there with his grandkids . The two quickly realize they ’ ve faced off on the battlefield before .

I frantically dug deeper into the drawer searching for my car keys. 
 
 `` Grandpa are you sure they're not in your coat pocket?'' 
 
 `` Yes for for the last time I already checked there'', I grumbled back. 
 
 `` Well, will you check one more time for me?'' Timmy asked. 
 
 I sighed, stuck my hand in my pocket, and got ready to pull out my empty hand, but of course I pulled the keys out. Slightly embarrassed by my mistake, I hurried Timmy and his older brother Nate into the car to avoid talking about it. To think I once was a respected soldier in the Royal Australian Artillery and now I'm just an old man who ca n't even remember putting his keys in his pocket. Instead of driving an armored jeep into battle, I drive my grandkids around in my Holden. 
 
 My train of thought was interrupted when Nate spoke up and said,'' turn right here''. 
 
 Once I had parked the kids jumped out and ran inside to meet the other kids. I took a seat away from the other adults and reminisced about the old days in the war as I watched the kids do their own version of the messed up thing known as war. That's when I saw him. 
 
 He looked exactly the same as I remembered him. Immediately waves upon waves of memories hit me like tsunami. I began to fall out of my seat, how could it be? How could he be here? None of this made any sense... 
 
 But it was him. I would never forget the beady eyes of that bloody emu. 
 
 
 Edit 1: TIL Australians do n't have Buicks. 

