The pub I'm in appears to be playing a playlist specifically designed to f*ck with me, so...EVERYTHING
The last four songs have been Rock the Casbah (reminds me of an old mentor who served in Op Granby), Fortunate Son (yeah, just...yeah...), Comfortably Numb (reminds me of my time training for our equivalentof SWAT and the beautiful, redheaded lunatic I met there) and Like A Rolling Stone (reminds me of my time assisting the Navy SEALS in the Med).
Holy shit, a lot of my friends and lovers are dead.
Why do I always have to be left behind to deal with it, man? Seems unfair.