I have to go back a bit. It's been many years after the war and looking back at those days and reflecting on that gives me a sense of elated happiness, of power,a feeling of invincibility like some mythical warrior who cannot be killed as the gods had graced him so. I was one of them, the army and their bullets mere trifles as I set about braving the war and taking charge of confused and desperate people and organising their passage across the dry deserts of arabia into Jordan.

Before all that happened ,on the second night, we decided to take the money out. Problem was ,vultures had already arrived and were poised to pounce on any body with so much as a hand bag with them. This was just a preliminary to the real loot that happened later as the Iraqis dug in. Aided by palestenian informers, and with a pair of clippers to wrench finger nails from it's soft flesh, they had set about their task in earnest, leaving behind memories of hell on whom the pains were inflicted.

However, they were yet to reach us and we planned our heist. First we had to prize the locker open.The locker was actually a room made of brick and cement with a heavy grill gate, something like you would find in a prison . A row of metal cupborads lined the walls, in which we kept the cash , airplane travel tickets , insurance papers and other documents that were important. Fortuntely ,breaking in was easy as we knocked down the toilet wall adjacent to the locker and tried to creep in by pushing away one of the cupboards. That took a huge effort as we were faced with one with a heavy load of papers. The greatest effort the egyptian had ever put in was getting up from his bed and cursed and farted while we held our shouders against the heavy coupboard and applied our might to move it just enough to crawl in between.No way it did not give an inch Meanwhile , every two seconds,the egyptian would crawl upstairs to look out, leaving me to get the fucking cupboard out of the way. I was about to give up ,then I had a brilliant idea. I hauled in a high stool and bracing myself against the toilet wall in a jacknife position , pressed with my legs against the cupboard and dealt a heavy thrust with my two legs. The metal cupborad toppled over with the noise of a thousand bombs, scaring the egyptian so much that he vanished.