“No. Once upon a time it was Lance Corporal Doran. Spent four years in the reserves as an enlisted man, Applied for OCS after our first deployment, got in, went, graduated, went active, deployed again, got back, got out, went home… six months later some very spooky government types showed up at my house and talked my dumb ass into this retarded adventure.” He waved his hand around generically.” Shane tossed another shot back “And now here I am… drinking whiskey in a castle with magical horses.” He chuckled in that same perversely depressed way. “One thing led to another, Right?” 