
One of them shuffled nervously, "It's the uniforms," she muttered, "We don't like uniforms, they make us nervous."
"What uniforms?" he asked, "This is a normal English town, you are bound to see the occasional off-duty soldier walking around ... this is where they live, it's their home, it's their country."
"We don't like the way they stare at us," said one of the women, "It's the look in their eyes, they act as though they own the place."
He reached into his pocket and brought out a camera, "Look, just stop moaning and stand still, I'll take a your photograph - it might save us some money at the passport office," he said.
The women gathered into a group and he crouched down on one knee to steady the camera. "Uniforms, pah!" one of them muttered.
As he looked through the viewfinder an airman in a smart uniform stood behind them in the distance, he thought it would be a good joke to include him in the photograph. "Besides," he said, "Like the soldier over there, they all have the freedom of the city, they can come and go as they please - they even have the right to fix bayonets or something like that."
Sadly, his photograph was very blurred - and they never made it to the passport office.
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