Here’s to the next troop withdrawal

The British Way

A fleeing Taliban, desperate for water, was plodding through the Afghan desert when he saw something far off in the distance. Hoping to find water, he hurried toward the oasis only to find a British soldier selling regimental ties.

The Taliban asked, “Do you have water?”

The soldier replied, “There is no water, the well is dry. Would you like to buy a tie instead? They are only £55.00”

The Taliban shouted, “You idiot infidel! I do not need an over-priced tie. I need water! I should kill you, but I must find water first!”

“OK,” said the soldier, “It does not matter that you do not want to buy a tie and that you hate me. I will show you that I am bigger than that, and that I am a much better human being than you. If you continue over that hill to the east for about two miles, you will find our Sergeant’s Mess. It has all the ice cold water you will need….”

Cursing him, the Taliban staggered away over the hill.

 Several hours later he staggered back, collapsed with dehydration & gasped …. “They won’t let me in without a f*cking tie!”


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10 responses to “Here’s to the next troop withdrawal

  1. Dave

    I haven’t laughed this hard in a long, long while!! To Funny!!

  2. Buck

    Heh. I REALLY got a kick outta that, seein’ as how I have more than a passing familiarity with the Sergeants Mess.

  3. Old AF Sarge

    Very nice HD. Now I just have to clean the coffee off of my monitor.

    Ah, but it was worth it!

  4. wlb50

    Too funny and like all good humor, a basis of truth!

  5. Glad you guys enjoyed that one. It is close to the truth and Buck’s comment and his link to RAF Uxbridge is a really good read. During the 1983/84 national miners strike, I was drafted up to the coalfields on many occasions as part of the mutual aid contingent to assist the local police forces to police the strike. At one time I was billeted in an RAF base and they sorted out our accommodation in strict military style and protocols. At the time I was a sergeant and they expected me to sleep in sergeants accommodation and eat in the sergeants mess. We generally didn’t do that sort of demarcation in the police, (although most of our senior officers seemed to like the idea of being in the `officers` mess as few protested). I remained adamant that I stay with my men. The RAF were not too happy about this as it was so alien to their rank system. I dug my heels in and stayed with my section of men – and anyway the off duty sing-songs and banter was much better there.

    • Buck

      Thank you, Kind Sir.

      The RAF can be weird, indeed. I was publicly rebuked for saluting the station commander at a tennis tournament one summer with a curt “We DON’T salute on the tennis courts, Sergeant.” Both he and I were in uniform, and he (the station commander) was standing next to MY commander, also in uniform. Who, btw, returned my salute. 😉

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