"Armies from all over the world,"

  his hands drew an earth and a world stage and he poked a finger into the palm of his hand.  "Here.  Now." 

  "Are we being invaded?" 

  He brushed the question away.  His gold bracelet getting caught in his arm hairs.  "From all over the world?" A kid with a pie sized lollipop asked. 

  "All over the world." 

  "I better let the girls know so everybody stays safe.  Those types get a little rough.  And most are here today, gone tomorrow." 

  He hung up the phone and rehung the receiver.  "That's my point.  Hear me out.  They can stay like that here today, gone tomorrow, or," he drank the rest of the pineapple juice in a big can.  "Or," a lady poked her military husband.  "Or, we can sign 'em up to fight with the best Army in the world!" 

  "You're crazy." 

  "Standing army at that," the military man said almost with a snore.  The ice cubes in his glass wilting.  "It's damn hot here this time of year." His wife pulled his shirt down over a hernia belt, took his glass, went to the wet bar and got him a mineral water. 

  "It won't be.  Standing.  It won't be for long." 

  Boys in shirts and shorts stood in the doorway suddenly and told they were going "cruising".