Ghurkas and what sets them apart.
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TDL933 said:
nicanary said:
The master. Unfortunately, after the recent tragic event, there's no longer "A little yellow idol, to the north of Kathmandu....."
Not KiplingJ. Milton Hayes if memory serves
I went to secondary school near where a Gurkha regiment was based so had a lot of Gurkha's at the school.
It was widely accepted, even among the 'hard' kids that one simply does not mess with a Gurkha. I recall it happened once in my entire time there, and it did not end well for the guy who wasn't the Gurkha.
It was widely accepted, even among the 'hard' kids that one simply does not mess with a Gurkha. I recall it happened once in my entire time there, and it did not end well for the guy who wasn't the Gurkha.
nicanary said:
The Green Eye of the Little Yellow God. You're spot on. My bad, as I believe people say these days.
Whilst I understand the serious underlying nature of this thread, there is, I hope, room for a little vulgarity.There is a parody on The Green Eye Of The Little Yellow God which begins
"There's an evil smelling sthouse to the north of Waterloo
And another for the ladies further down------"
The last line of this parody makes reference to Gunga Din, so you were not completely out.
An age ago, (when Paddy was very active), on a Sunday night, I turned up at a base for a fortnight's training. The sign on the gate said, "Turn headlights OFF", so I did. Apart from the side lights, it was pitch black and nothing was happening.
Suddenly, there was a tap on the side window. I turned and found myself looking at an SLR muzzle brake that was used to produce the tap.
There was just enough light for me to eventually discern the eyes of a blacked-up Gurkha. I slowly would down the window. "You supposed to be here?" "Yes", I said.
He raised his hands, some lights came on, he said, "Drive on". I was then booked in.
It appears, a Platoon of Gurkhas was patrolling the place at night. They were never seen during the day, presumably resting up. Nobody knew where they stayed.
We slept peacefully in our beds.
Suddenly, there was a tap on the side window. I turned and found myself looking at an SLR muzzle brake that was used to produce the tap.
There was just enough light for me to eventually discern the eyes of a blacked-up Gurkha. I slowly would down the window. "You supposed to be here?" "Yes", I said.
He raised his hands, some lights came on, he said, "Drive on". I was then booked in.
It appears, a Platoon of Gurkhas was patrolling the place at night. They were never seen during the day, presumably resting up. Nobody knew where they stayed.
We slept peacefully in our beds.
davepoth said:
My thinking on the matter is that if we'd let them in gradually over the last 70 years at the end of their service like we should have done, they would have become much more integrated with the population over time and wouldn't feel more comfortable in separate communities. Hardly fair to blame them for our own government's failings, is it?
+1A building a I visit regularly has a Gurkha security guard on its staff , today I asked him if he was ex forces , he replied in the affirmative , I greeted him with nemaste and his face lit up as he returned the greeting , within a couple of minutes we were confirming his family were all alive and well but living in tents out in the open because of continuous after shocks .
After finishing my business as I left it was polite but firm handshakes all from my new friend , they never forget even the smallest act of kindness or friendship .
After finishing my business as I left it was polite but firm handshakes all from my new friend , they never forget even the smallest act of kindness or friendship .
yellowjack said:
It's said that a chain is only as strong as it's weakest link, and if you forge your 'chain' from Gurkhas, it'll be a very strong chain indeed.
A very nice way of putting things.As a civi, who once got caught in a spot with a mate in anaphylaxis a very long way from anywhere on an interior trek on Borneo, the aid secured by some Gurkhas we'd passed a morning's walk the other way on the trail; and their immediate utter, utter dedication to a cause not theirs for teh asking is something I will never forget and for which I have nothing but gratitude.
Edited by Huff on Thursday 30th April 23:10
simoid said:
Surely a Gurkha SOMEWHERE has shagged a PHer's missus? The love on this thread is tangible.
Quite likely, they do apparently have a reputation for shagging anything. I knew an ex Green Jacket who'd replaced a Gurkha unit somewhere (Balkans rings a bell), apparently they'd been confined to camp as there was concern about diseases in the local prostitutes, so they were shagging them through the fence. Crossflow Kid said:
Ayahuasca said:
Apparently Gurkhas go mental if you spell it Ghurka. Half of you on this thread should be worried.
Good spot. Completely missed that. Even got the title wrong! I worked with a guy who was in North Africa during the Desert Rat campaign and he told me that there was a contingent of Ghurkas attached.
As everybody settled down for the night, the Ghurkas formed up and went out as it was dark, knives drawn and ready and they infiltrated the German trenches in the distance.
This guy told me they formed up, most with a smile, clearly enthusiastic about was was coming up, they trooped out quietly in single file, and later on you heard the screams coming from the enemy positions before the Ghurkas came back satisfied they had done their bit against the axis.
It makes you shudder thinking what it must have been like.
As everybody settled down for the night, the Ghurkas formed up and went out as it was dark, knives drawn and ready and they infiltrated the German trenches in the distance.
This guy told me they formed up, most with a smile, clearly enthusiastic about was was coming up, they trooped out quietly in single file, and later on you heard the screams coming from the enemy positions before the Ghurkas came back satisfied they had done their bit against the axis.
It makes you shudder thinking what it must have been like.
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