The Helmet

I brought this helmet out of the closest to protect me from "incoming" in my foxhole. The helmet belonged to mother when she served in the military. My friend Friderico named the helmet Helmut. Very appropriate. Mercifully there has been no "incoming." I will keep Helmut under my bed. With advanced age, one never knows when one needs a chamber pot in a hurry. Friderico thinks this a sacrilegious use of Helmut. I will have to think about it. May be I should consult Chucky the Walking, Talking Bathrobe. I am sure he loves to hear from me. "Dear Chucky - Do I need permission from the plantation owner to have a Helmut chamber pot under my bed?" Naah, that would confuse the issue again, I think. I recently got myself into trouble again being honest. "Dear Chucky - Is it permissible to teach in my house having Helmut on my head? I will be careful to make sure he is dry." Yes, that is the right tone.