Matt drove with a smile on his face, his co pilot Lennard next to him. They were on their way to Ysterplaat base to go collect Cleopatra's new attack helicopter and was about to head into the final battle using it.
Matt went through extensive training to fly the helicopter and knew he was going to be well rewarded for flying into the battle with it, like being on a golden chariot.
As they approached the gates a soldier stopped them.
"Verskoon tog, ek soek identifikasie asseblief?"
Matt couldn't understand him "Sorry, I don't speak that language"
"Identification please" The man repeated in English.
"Oh" He took out a tag and handed it to him, the soldier read it, looked at the gate operator then nodded.
"Please drive around left of the hangar sir"
"Thank you" Matt nodded and drove in, Meanwhile Koos had told all the soldiers on base to be alert, the enemy won't understand Afrikaans.
"Lock it down" The soldier told the gate operator "These fokkers don't leave here alive!"
