...wrapped in his own mosquito net he spun around the room like some ghastly dervish before exiting via the balcony overlooking the botanical gardens. Apparently he landed on the roof of the pavilion where he could be seen flapping around like a fish for several hours. I had already retired to my quarters by this time but on the following morning the battalions physician commented on the matter, stating that he had never seen such a bad case of sleepwalking in his entire career. In light of this and the considerable cost of the repairs to the pavilion roof, once the chap was able to walk again, I had him and his men assigned to some godforsaken outpost in Peshawar.
The Colonel
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