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Back in the first Gulf War, an Army general was inspecting a forward observation unit. This unit was stuck out in a deserted village in the middle of nowhere, with hardly any transportation. All their supplies and such had to be brought in by helicopter.
"So what do you do to keep morale up," he asked the sergeant who was giving him the tour.
"Well, each supply chopper brings in magazines and books, and every week, the guys get fifteen minutes on the sat-phone to call home," he answered.
There was a pause in the talking as they continued on.
"But what happens if... if a fellow... gets... well... lonely way out here?" asked the general.
"Oh, for that we have the camel," the sergeant replied, hooking his thumb over to a pen which contained a camel.
The general nodded, and the tour continued.
Later on that night, the general lay in his tent, and began to feel, well, lonely. He tried to suppress it as much as he could, but it just wouldn't go away.
Feeling slightly embarassed, the general slipped out of his tent, and made his way to the camel pen.
After a few moments of figuring out the logistics of his endeavor, he grabbed a small folding ladder, and placed it behind the camel, who barely took notice of him. The general took down his trousers, and began to... well... do his business.
The camel let out such a racket, waking the entire post. The sergeant from earlier that day ran over to the pen to see what was going on. After witnessing the general in his state of flagrante delicto, he quickly stated, "General, we use the camel to ride into town!"
"So what do you do to keep morale up," he asked the sergeant who was giving him the tour.
"Well, each supply chopper brings in magazines and books, and every week, the guys get fifteen minutes on the sat-phone to call home," he answered.
There was a pause in the talking as they continued on.
"But what happens if... if a fellow... gets... well... lonely way out here?" asked the general.
"Oh, for that we have the camel," the sergeant replied, hooking his thumb over to a pen which contained a camel.
The general nodded, and the tour continued.
Later on that night, the general lay in his tent, and began to feel, well, lonely. He tried to suppress it as much as he could, but it just wouldn't go away.
Feeling slightly embarassed, the general slipped out of his tent, and made his way to the camel pen.
After a few moments of figuring out the logistics of his endeavor, he grabbed a small folding ladder, and placed it behind the camel, who barely took notice of him. The general took down his trousers, and began to... well... do his business.
The camel let out such a racket, waking the entire post. The sergeant from earlier that day ran over to the pen to see what was going on. After witnessing the general in his state of flagrante delicto, he quickly stated, "General, we use the camel to ride into town!"
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