When the clock hit twelve I rushed to the tree and there he was: a soldier in olive green uniform, wearing a combat helmet, rifle hanging from his left shoulder.
“Corporal Medina at your orders Sir!” he said, performing the customary military salute.
“Hi,” I said, “I’m—“
“Is the shotgun loaded?” interrupted mother.
“It’s a rifle Sir!” Corporal Medina said. “And yes it’s loaded Sir!”
“Alright, be careful with that: I don’t want anyone losing an eye,” mother warned. “Would you like something to eat, Corporal? You must be hungry and there’s some vitel toné left,” she said.
“Food would be great Sir!” said Corporal Medina.
“You can call me Eva, Corporal,” said mother.
“OK Eva Sir!” Corporal Medina replied.