The Colonel had invited the Padre and I over to the officers mess for one or two glasses of gin of the pink variety. As my promotion was long over due I thought it best to take up the offer......another reason of course was that if I didn't go the Colonel would class it as 'desertion' and I would be summarily shot.
On arrival we entered into a strange world that only British Army officers and.........chaps who have been to boarding/private school would understand. The Colonel who as usual was holding court with some of the chaps from Mosquito Squadron, beckoned me over to his table and insisted I drink a strange concoction his batman had dreamt up whilst recovering from a particularly nasty bout of malaria.
As I raised the pith helmet to my lips I knew it was going to be a long night..............
The Major
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