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- brssouthglosproject
- People in story:听
- Arthur Westcott
- Location of story:听
- Cairo, North Africa
- Background to story:听
- Army
- Article ID:听
- A6035546
- Contributed on:听
- 06 October 2005
After long months in the desert a section of us were given leave to Cairo. Whilst we were there the ENSA (that鈥檚 the Army Entertainment Branch) were putting on a show called The Desert Song. It was well attended with troops from the local garrison named Casta Nil Barracks. It went well until a line in this young ladies song which was 鈥楳y desert is waiting to come there with me鈥. This caused uproar with booing and shouting. I felt sorry for the cast, they were doing their best, and I suppose it was a poor choice of show for desert weary troops.
After disembarking at Port Said we were sent to a unit holding camp midway between Port Said and Cairo. We were there awaiting posting to our units. Every morning we had parades and inspection by a different officer. We had a Lance Corporal who never had a hair on his head, and each morning he was told 鈥榯o get your hair cut鈥. Our sergeant saved the day by saying 鈥榚xcuse me Sir, the man鈥檚 wearing a wig!鈥
After this happened a few times the sergeant said, 鈥淕et the b**** thing trimmed up a bit, as it was very shaggy around his neck鈥.
On another occasion we had an inspecting officer with a very bad stammer. He picked on this man and said 'you haven鈥檛 shaved this morning', and the man replied 'yes I have Sir鈥 also stuttering. The Officer went white with rage, and was going to strike him down until the sergeant stepped in and said, 鈥渆xcuse me Sir, this man鈥檚 afflicted like yourself鈥.
The sergeant defused the situation again as it was almost like mutiny to take the rise out of an Officer.
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