The music was blaring from the 'music box' with such a pounding sound causing the entire atmosphere to vibrate in a manner one would think that there is an earth tremor, food and drinks of various sort were in display. The celebration gradually turned into a 'mega-jam', with all guests in attendance dancing away to the beats being churned out by the disc jockey. These influential guest could be seen hanging around the bars while charting about their private businesses. This was an avenue to make new acquaintances and business deals, other guests took time to catch-up on "old times". Nobody seem to care about a thing.
Just outside the entrance point of the venue, sat a wretched homeless fellow looking dirty and unkempt, a strong stench oozed from his unwashed clothes. This fellow once served his country as a decorated soldier, he had served in foreign missions risking his life for the defense of his country. The scars of bullet wounds stood glaring on his face, his voice was hoarse as a result of the harsh conditions he had gone through in the course of his time in the army.
When the party came to a close, all the guests filed out into their various waiting exotic vehicles and drove past the homeless fellow without the slightest consideration or courtesy. As the last car left the vicinity, the entry gate was sealed shot leaving the poor fellow cringing and shivering out of hunger and the cold winter.
This fellow sacrificed his youthful years to protect the lives of the people who when he needed them most, chose to enjoy themselves rather than considering his sacrifice. He was rewarded with disdain and neglect, abandoned by the country he served so vigorously.


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