“You aren’t concerned about your age?” I asked the soldier regarding the Fight Club.

“Oh, I am a little concerned but not that much. I plan to kick their ass in less than two minutes. I will beat them in one minute if I can.”

“One minute?”

“Yeah. Fast enough they can’t react, otherwise I could be in some trouble.”

And if that happens, what?”

“Come home and you give me a piece of meat to put on my eye,” he said.

“I have done that before,” I said. “Speedy hit you and I had to put steak on your eye.”

“Yeah, Speedy the bastard. Well do it again I guess.”