A rather scruffy but tough looking man walks up to the bar in an English pub. The Landlord eyes him up, but eventual asks him what he would like to drink.
"Arga" rasps the man.
"I'm sorry. I didn't quite get that" replies the Landlord.
" A wa a ukin arga" gurgles the man. The Landlord decides that he is in great discomfort when he speaks." Oh, You want a Larger !" deduces the landlord.
The man slowly, and gingerly 'nods' his head whilst holding a Cravat his throat. All the time making horrible gurgling and rasping noises when he breathes.
After giving the man his change the Landlord quips " that's a terrible touch of flu you have there"
The man's brow furrows, and he pulls the cravat away from his neck and raises his head as far as he can to reveal a terrible, jagged scar running all the way across his throat. The scar tissue itself showing it had once been a very deep cut.
The Landlord gasps, but to spare the mans feelings, stops himself from turning away. "that's a terrible scar you have there" he says. " how'd it happen"? he enquired.
The man, gasping and wheezing between sips of Larger, begins to form the words, his face contorted with frustration and the determination to speak. "Arklans"? repeats the Landlord. The man nods his head and gestures for another drink.
"No. sorry" says the landlord as he pours the Larger." I don't understand".
The man then pretends to 'march up and down the bar. " Oh! I get It, you were In the Army" the man cracks a smile, nods to the Landlord, and leans back against the bar,gurgling for breath.
The Landlord remains puzzled. "arklans" he repeats. Suddenly the 'penny drops'"The Falklands. You were injured in the Falklands" He says.
The man looks up from his pint and gives a modest nod. The Landlords Eyes begin to glaze as he looks at the dishevelled fighting man.
His chest fills with pride and he puts his hand gently on the mans stooped shoulders and says " What you lads did down there was fantastic"
He opens the till and takes out the mans Fiver. "Here, take this back, you are a true Hero. Whenever you come In here you can drink for free" And pours the man another drink.
The man takes a sip and his face contorts as he tries to gurgle his reply of thanks. A tear forms on the eyelash of the Landlord and his chin begins to quiver. But he is not ashamed, for he is humbled In the presence of this warrior.
The man grips the bar and begins to shake with his concentration. he looks at the landlord, whose face is now a twin river of tears, and in his best voice replies,"muchos gracias,amigo"!
Regards 
