It was early 1963. Garet was casually reading the paper as his wife, Jenna came into the room with breakfast. They kissed each other good morning before Jenna went up to wake their son Tyrell. Jenna had miscarried when Isaac shot her and she couldn't have children after that but the couple did adopt a boy who had lost his father in the Germany as a soldier, and his mother who had been a nurse in the Pacific. When Garet had returned home to California, he had discovered that his old friend Susa from Japan had come back to America just before was broke out and aided the allies as a translator. They would keep in touch every once in a while.
It had been a long time since Garet had fought. He had still made money on the side of his building contractor job as a boxer but that wasn't like what he had done in Europe. It had also been a long time until he had heard from Sean. They had sent letters back a forth but nothing had been permanent. The previous day a letter had come from Sean telling Garet that Briggs had passed away. Sean suggested that he and Garet meet again, as they were the last two and may not be long of the world. Garet was debating in his head if he should go but Jenna who had found the letter came back in the room and said to him, "Would you go pack your bag to visit Sean already?"
With that settled Garet was on his way. Sean had settled in Sweden and had raised a family. He was proud of his son Mads, and his wife Maja had brought joy into his life which had been so full of depression before. Garet was enthusiastic about seeing the old comrade and when they met up, they hugged each other and never left each other's side until it was four in the morning and they stumbled into their rooms to sleep. Garet stayed a week with Sean and they laughed, and they joked, and they told stories, and the wept, and by the end of it both were glad they saw each other. It will be left at that except for one occurrence that should be noted; another random meeting.
While out and about on the second to last day, Sean showed Garet where he had killed Isaac so long ago. That was when Garet saw a familiar face. He now approached a short little man who saw the Cigar chomping American lumber towards him. Though he tried to flee, Garet grabbed his collar while muttering, "Slippery little shit." Then Garet punched the man unconscious. When the police arrived it was explained that the man was Ivan, a known member of the Nazi party and therefore a man wanted by the law for his war crimes. He was taken away to have all of this confirmed and it would later be noted that when he had escaped to Sweden in 1945, he had elected to stay all of this time. But that's how chance meetings go eh?
Garet and Sean continued with their day and towards the end, Garet cracked his knuckles. Ivan's jaw had apparently been a bit harder than expected. Despite the pain though, or perhaps because of it, Garet couldn't help but smile and say to Sean, "Nazis. Even after all these years I still love punching 'em."