Watch Tower

Night and a heavy fog. Two aging reserve people stand on a watch tower and shiver from the cold. It is not really cold, but the wetness of the fog penetrates it through the coat to the bones. The tower floor is made of iron, the iron is frozen, and the cold penetrates the soles and freezes the feet. I try to stand on another foot each time, but it does not really help me. We have a search light, and they told us to turn it on and scan the area every few minutes. I turn it on, and the light comes out of it, advances half a meter, turns back, and enters directly into the eyes. There is no use, and I turn it off.
The other guy begins to tell me that he has problems with his son.
“What problems?” I ask.
“He has a girlfriend.”
“He has a girlfriend, very nice. Why is it a problem?”
“She also comes to our home,” he says.
“Coming home is even better.”
“Yes, but she also sleeps with us,” he says.
“She wants to sleep, what’s bad?”
“To sleep is ok,” he says, but she also makes a shower.
“Let her make a shower, Why does it bother”?
“The problem is not the shower, the problem is when she comes out of the shower.”
“What’s the problem”? I ask.
“She comes of the shower half naked” he says.
He goes quiet, and I also go quiet. A minute pass and another minute, and he continues:
“I went to talk with her father,” so he tells me.
“I went to talk with her father and told him, see how she behaves, it’s not nice. I have a younger son who is still attending school. What will he say?”
“So her father tells me", so he says,
“Her father tells me, what can I do, her mother is also like that.”
He goes quiet again, and I too, and again, a minute pass and another minute. But I think, what can I say, how to comfort a man who has such problems? Finally I turn to him and say:”
“Say, at least there was what to see”?
“Yess,” he replies.
I calmed down.

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