Somewhere in Afgan
There was a knock on my door. “Come,” I answered, “Prisoner and escort Sah!” shouted Sgt Major Riley in an ear splitting roar completely inappropriate for a small hut after an all nighter in the mess. “Well come on in,” I invited. I surveyed the biggest and ugliest Arab “Woman” I had ever seen, at least the murderous eyes and UK size 17 bovver boots which was all I could see with the huge all enveloping Berk-er it wore gave that impression. “Sah, Prisoner will advance, wait for it, Hep Tight, Hep Tight Hep tight Alt, Prisoner Sah, Gook impersonator woman Sah, Tranny Sah, Tranny wi no Fanny sah.” “I think I get the picture, “ I agreed as the surly individual glared atme through the slit in its Burkah. “Geneva convention, woman’s need to …