大象传媒

In 1946 I was with the HLI in Palestine and was training potential NCO's in a bare earth camp near Jerico. Water was delivered daily by bowser and on this occasion I idly watched, from my tent, the tanker backing into the cooking area, guided by Cook-Corporal Devlin, with his helpful instructions to the driver..."back a bit Jock, back a bit". As the vehicle reversed I spotted that the nearside rear wheel was wrapped around the tarpaulin awning, and before I had time to shout the whole tent collapsed on top of the Cook. As the giant Corporal freed himself with flailing arms and gasping red face, this'll be good I thought, as he had a powerful voice and a range of invective that had been known to curdle porridge at twenty paces. Imagine my stunned surprise when the Corporal reacted with a quiet-- "too far, Jock, too far"!