Lewis Nixon

The war had affected everyone differently; most longed for home, some cried, some were angry. Lewis Nixon was just tired. He's tired both emotionally and physically and just got word that his wife is divorcing him. He shoves the letter into his back-pocket angrily and storms up to one of the jeeps, hopping into the passenger seat. Hands occupied with a map and bottle of Vat 69, he unfolds his sunglasses with his teeth and puts them on.

"What the hell are we waiting for?" He asks angrily at no one in particular as he awaits his driver, "Let's get a move on!"

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