Character: Leonard Vole

My boy loved the car, picked up in the army like you. To them went.
- He didn't come home?
- Died on the eve of the seventeenth birthday. Gas...
We all thought that we would get more, right? Thought I would return home as heroes, in a house with roses at the porch, three times a day to the diet with extra gravy on the side, get a job you love and the money will flow a river... But in the end, sold like a piece of meat... And agree, to pay the rent.