A new colonel had just arrived at the remote outpost. It was
his first assignment abroad and he was determined to make
a name for himself.
“First of all, I would like a complete tour of the base,” he
ordered his second in command, and for the next hour the
colonel inspected every little nook and cranny, eventually
arriving at a small shed.
“What’s in there?” he bellowed.
“A camel Sir,” came the reply, and it was explained to the
colonel that because the outpost was so remote, the men
would sometimes get sexually frustrated and then they’d use
“Disgusting!, get rid of it immediately,” he ordered.
Three months went by and the colonel was badly missing the
fairer sex. He swallowed his pride and asked if indeed the
camel had been removed from camp.
“I’m sorry Sir, it is in fact still here,” said the second in
command. With that, the colonel went down to the shed,
dropped his trousers, got up behind the camel and gave it all
“There” he panted, “is that what the men do?”
Thoroughly embarrassed, the second in command replied,
“Not exactly, no Sir. The men ride the camel to the nearest