No-one was saying anything, which was unusual indeed, for nothing usually happened before the whole camp knew within half an hour. Sergeant Murphy jus... vanished out of the camp.That afternoon I was called to the Adjutant's office. "You have been reinstated as Sergeant and assigned back to your old position as the General's driver, report to the General's Office. This time keep your hands off the petrol."I reported to the Flag-Officer who welcomed me back. "I'm glad you are back, the General. He enlisted and was posted abroad.Truth was though, it wasn’t the war- hell of Burma or Japan; rather some obscure outpost near Egypt which involved patrolling desert settlements and rail-links and so forth. There was the heat and the flies and the dust and some Muslims and not much else really.He’d seen the pyramids along the Nile, that was true but he’d seen very little action apart from his best mate being killed from a single bomb at base camp.Which was plain bad luck for his pal really. Girls came at me like crazy, and I was smart enough to detect a few glances from the guys as well, 'specially in the locker room. Pussy was easy---I got my first piece last year. So---PONY, if ur not a sports nut, is an acronym for Protect Our Neighborhood Youth. It was organized in 1951 at Washington, PA. Probably mostly Italians at that time period, It served as a transition league from tykes, or pewee, to the up-coming high school.So—anyways, back to PONY, and the locker rooms :)We had a. This is it."Hesitating for just a moment, you steel yourself and knock on the double-story house's front door. "I'll get it," you hear a girl's voice sound from inside.The door opens and a petite girl with light brown skin, with matching brown hair and eyes, smiles at you, "Hi! You must be James. Come on in, take a look at the place!"You thank her and step into the carpeted sitting room. She's rather cute and you can't help but admire the way her knee-length white skirt hugs the curves of her.