In 1988 when I was called up <br />for a military camp, to go to war <br />while doing duty in the operational aria <br />I got a lift with the Flossie (the mail plane) , <br />to Waterkloof air force base <br />for a quick weekend pass, <br /> <br />and brought my kit <br />and sub-machinegun along <br />visited my fiancée, <br />got the key of her apartment <br />from the caretaker who was very patriotic <br />and waited in the apartment <br />as a surprise to her <br />when she got home from work <br /> <br />and took a quick shower <br />just after arriving, to be fresh and neat <br />and when I closed the tap <br />I heard somebody walking <br />around in the flat, <br />but immediately realized <br />that it wasn’t her <br />and thought that a intruder, <br />a thief or someone like that <br />had entered and that I would be able to <br />catch that person red handed <br /> <br />and only wrapped in a towel <br />around my hips, sneaked out to the bedroom <br />grabbed the R5 sub-machinegun <br />and rushed into the lounge <br />where I pointed the gun <br />threatening on the new maid. <br /> <br />Sufficing to say that on her very first day <br />she saw me armed with the military rifle, <br />gave one big yell, <br />ran out of the door screaming blue murder <br />and never was seen again.<br /><br />Gert Strydom<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/while-on-weekend-pass/