Tuffers was taking his appointment as OIC Transport, Snapforce very seriously. After being treated to an evening of delights at Madame Kharrsi’s, by Aggers, Tuffers was feeling a bit jaded but keen as mustard to fulfil his side of the deal. Walking slowly through the morning heat of Peshawar Cantonments, after a bit of brekkers, Tuffers hit on a brainwave. He always had his best ideas after a good kipper or two. He had been tasked to obtain the use of more vehicles and he knew where he could lay his hands on another pukka lorry for the motorised column.
He sought out Colour Sergeant Major ‘Bungalow’ Botham. Bungalow had worked himself a cushy number as OIC Mobile Bath Unit and was seeing out his time before discharge, pension and a ticket home from Deolali, back to blighty and retirement. “I say Bungalow”, shouted Tuffers, “I need to borrow that old Foden steam lorry that you drive the tin baths around in”. “What’s in it for me?” grunted Bungalow. “Well, old stick, I can sign your chitty for a week’s leave in the fleshpots of Peshawar” retorted Tuffers. “Done”, said the Bungalow and shuffled off to pack his bags for a week on the razzle in Peshawar.
Having given the Foden the once-over, Tuffers felt it needed a bit of beefing-up. Once steam was up, he drove it over to the armoury and signed a request in triplicate for Corporal Boycott to fit a Lewis gun to the tail gate. Once that was done, Tuffers felt he had a suitable vehicle for the platoon of Gurkhas appointed to Snapforce. There were eight of the fearsome Nepalese warriors with their shining kukris from the 5th Royal Gurkha Rifles, Frontier Force. Tuffers always felt it was a cunning plan to be on the right side of these taciturn fighters.
4 comments:
Great looking vehicle Martin, plus a unit of Gurkhas to gowith it will be a formidable force
Been out drinking with the very same, as mentioned back in 76, when we went on exercise with the tough little tribbies. Aussie beer wiped em out good and proper. (Ever been kicked in the guts by a kangaroo? Same difference) They still managed to carry me back to the barracks regardless, to which I was extremely grateful for. I asked one what they call their knife, to which he replied, "Kukuri". I have one in my kitchen draw along with it's instruction manual, The Cookery book! Tally ho, keep em comin.
Thanks Dave. Hopefully the Gurkhas will put paid to any nonsense in Jhamjharistan!
Many thanks sir! They are indeed a very tough race of people.
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