Keegiam, I was at a New Year's Eve party bringing in 69, sitting across a coffee table from a guy sitting on a couch. He was a well dressed, soft spoken, good looking fellow of about 27.
This was early in the evening before most of the guests had arrived and any serious drinking had begun. It was certain that I would know most of the guests at the party, but I had never seen this guest before. He was talking and making the kind of small talk people make with people they don't know. I listened, and when I looked into his eyes my blood froze and I experienced extreme fear. (What the he--) He wasn't talking loud or mean; he was soft spoken, he wasn't rough looking, he was well dressed, I hadn't had hardly anything to drink, so let me look away and try this again.
I looked away momentarily, and then responded to the small talk. He had a soft smile that never changed, but when I looked into his eyes I experienced fear; that's when I found someone else to help make this new guest comfortable.
I discovered he was just back from Nam. That experience was so weird that I never figured it out or even talked to anyone else about it.