HI Seu, there was an old tradition left from WW II, where a group of buddies who made it out alive bought a good bottle of whiskey, saved and passes until the last man of the group still alive opened it and rank toasts to the friends gone. When I worked as a journalist I attended one of those openings, the last man standing as he called himself. I felt the same way looking at that photo, strange it is just me. thanks for the read my friend. T