" To the what?" The Pool... oh you don't know about that." Moses stood up sedately and pointed vaguely towards a path that led out of the clearing. "Y...u just walk on down there, and you'll come to a little pond. That's the Pool. I mean, we call it the Pool, but its not a real swimming pool. Although, we do swim in it, so I guess it must be a pool... right?"He beamed down on her with a foolish grin on his face, as though he had discovered some very basic truth about life and the workings of. The day's frustrations had built up in me and I lost it."I don't give a rat's fuck about that goddamn play! My fucking career is on the line here and if I don't pull this off I'm going to be out of a job and I'm here to tell you that jobs that pay eighty grand a year don't grow on trees. Now please pack me that fucking bag and meet me at the airport."There was silence on the other end of the phone for several moments and then in a very controlled voice Sally said, "You'll get your fucking bag. Sumi and I had retired to bed when Sumi asked me, "Raj, I am somewhat confused at the Brigadier's strange behaviour since the past few days. He is avoiding eye to eye contact with me and behaves much more formally than before. I don't know why."The issue not only affected the Brigadier. It affected me too. There was this internal struggle going on in my mind too (wondering where aall this would lead to); since my talk with the Brigadier. I inadvertently blurted out, "Naturally, any man in his. I, however, wasn't too worried about the hajis (Literally, theArabic word for one who has seen Mecca, but our word for the hostiles).When you're 19 years old and flying around with the firepower of twentytanks at your fingertips, there really isn't a lot that intimidatesyou. Sure, I was scared at first. But after I was in country for amonth or so and I had a few dozen sorties under my belt, ground firedidn't shake me anymore. Usually, "resistance fighters" scurried awayfrom the roar of my.