The new commander in Iraq hears that a Scottish regiment has a
specialized field hospital that's doing fantastic things with the
troops.
He wants to know what is so special about the place, so he arranges a
tour.
When he gets to the ward, it's full of patients with no obvious sign
of injury or illness.
He's perplexed, so goes up to the first bed and greets the soldier
there.
The patient replies:
"Fair fa your honest sonsie face,
Great chieftain o the puddin race,
Aboon them a ye take yer place,
Painch, tripe or thairm,
As langs my airm."
The general is confused, so he just grins and moves on to the next
patient.
That soldier responds:
"Some hae meat an canna eat,
And some wad eat that want it,
But we hae meat an we can eat,
So let the Lord be thankit."
Even more confused, and his grin now rictus-like, the commander moves
on to the next patient, who immediately begins to chant:
"Wee sleekit, cowerin, timorous beasty,
O what a panic's in thy breasty,
Thou needna start awa sae hastie,
Wi bickering brattle."
Now seriously troubled, the general turns to the accompanying doctor
and asks, "Is this a psychiatric ward?"
"No, not at all," replies the doctor. "This is the Serious Burns
unit."
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Signed
William Wallace
On Sep 20, 12:16=A0pm, Stuart <[email protected]> wrote:
> The new commander in Iraq hears that a Scottish regiment has a
> specialized field hospital that's doing fantastic things with the
> troops.
>
> He wants to know what is so special about the place, so he arranges a
> tour.
>
> When he gets to the ward, it's full of patients with no obvious sign
> of injury or illness.
>
> He's perplexed, so goes up to the first bed and greets the soldier
> there.
>
> The patient replies:
>
> "Fair fa your honest sonsie face,
> Great chieftain o the puddin race,
> Aboon them a ye take yer place,
> Painch, tripe or thairm,
> As langs my airm."
>
> The general is confused, so he just grins and moves on to the next
> patient.
>
> That soldier responds:
>
> "Some hae meat an canna eat,
> And some wad eat that want it,
> But we hae meat an we can eat,
> So let the Lord be thankit."
>
> Even more confused, and his grin now rictus-like, the commander moves
> on to the next patient, who immediately begins to chant:
>
> "Wee sleekit, cowerin, timorous beasty,
> O what a panic's in thy breasty,
> Thou needna start awa sae hastie,
> Wi bickering brattle."
>
> Now seriously troubled, the general turns to the accompanying doctor
> and asks, "Is this a psychiatric ward?"
>
> "No, not at all," replies the doctor. =A0 =A0"This is the Serious Burns
> unit."
Stuart wrote:
> The new commander in Iraq hears that a Scottish regiment has a
> specialized field hospital that's doing fantastic things with the
> troops.
>
> He wants to know what is so special about the place, so he arranges a
> tour.
>
> When he gets to the ward, it's full of patients with no obvious sign
> of injury or illness.
>
> He's perplexed, so goes up to the first bed and greets the soldier
> there.
>
> The patient replies:
>
> "Fair fa your honest sonsie face,
> Great chieftain o the puddin race,
> Aboon them a ye take yer place,
> Painch, tripe or thairm,
> As langs my airm."
>
> The general is confused, so he just grins and moves on to the next
> patient.
>
> That soldier responds:
>
> "Some hae meat an canna eat,
> And some wad eat that want it,
> But we hae meat an we can eat,
> So let the Lord be thankit."
>
> Even more confused, and his grin now rictus-like, the commander moves
> on to the next patient, who immediately begins to chant:
>
> "Wee sleekit, cowerin, timorous beasty,
> O what a panic's in thy breasty,
> Thou needna start awa sae hastie,
> Wi bickering brattle."
>
> Now seriously troubled, the general turns to the accompanying doctor
> and asks, "Is this a psychiatric ward?"
>
> "No, not at all," replies the doctor. "This is the Serious Burns
> unit."
>
Sucked me right in.
--
Gerald Ross
Cochran, GA
Be consistent - but don't do it all
the time.
Good one!
On Sun, 20 Sep 2009 20:16:43 +0100, Stuart <[email protected]>
wrote:
>The new commander in Iraq hears that a Scottish regiment has a
>specialized field hospital that's doing fantastic things with the
>troops.
>
>He wants to know what is so special about the place, so he arranges a
>tour.
>
>When he gets to the ward, it's full of patients with no obvious sign
>of injury or illness.
>
>He's perplexed, so goes up to the first bed and greets the soldier
>there.
>
>The patient replies:
>
>"Fair fa your honest sonsie face,
>Great chieftain o the puddin race,
>Aboon them a ye take yer place,
>Painch, tripe or thairm,
>As langs my airm."
>
>The general is confused, so he just grins and moves on to the next
>patient.
>
>That soldier responds:
>
>"Some hae meat an canna eat,
>And some wad eat that want it,
>But we hae meat an we can eat,
>So let the Lord be thankit."
>
>Even more confused, and his grin now rictus-like, the commander moves
>on to the next patient, who immediately begins to chant:
>
>"Wee sleekit, cowerin, timorous beasty,
>O what a panic's in thy breasty,
>Thou needna start awa sae hastie,
>Wi bickering brattle."
>
>Now seriously troubled, the general turns to the accompanying doctor
>and asks, "Is this a psychiatric ward?"
>
>"No, not at all," replies the doctor. "This is the Serious Burns
>unit."
On Sun, 20 Sep 2009 20:16:43 +0100, Stuart <[email protected]>
wrote:
>"No, not at all," replies the doctor. "This is the Serious Burns
>unit."
outstanding!
dooyekenit.
Regards,
Tom Watson
http://home.comcast.net/~tjwatson1/
Stuart wrote:
> The new commander in Iraq hears that a Scottish regiment has a
> specialized field hospital that's doing fantastic things with the
> troops.
>
> He wants to know what is so special about the place, so he arranges a
> tour.
>
> When he gets to the ward, it's full of patients with no obvious sign
> of injury or illness.
>
> He's perplexed, so goes up to the first bed and greets the soldier
> there.
>
> The patient replies:
>
> "Fair fa your honest sonsie face,
> Great chieftain o the puddin race,
> Aboon them a ye take yer place,
> Painch, tripe or thairm,
> As langs my airm."
>
> The general is confused, so he just grins and moves on to the next
> patient.
>
> That soldier responds:
>
> "Some hae meat an canna eat,
> And some wad eat that want it,
> But we hae meat an we can eat,
> So let the Lord be thankit."
>
> Even more confused, and his grin now rictus-like, the commander moves
> on to the next patient, who immediately begins to chant:
>
> "Wee sleekit, cowerin, timorous beasty,
> O what a panic's in thy breasty,
> Thou needna start awa sae hastie,
> Wi bickering brattle."
>
> Now seriously troubled, the general turns to the accompanying doctor
> and asks, "Is this a psychiatric ward?"
>
> "No, not at all," replies the doctor. "This is the Serious Burns
> unit."
>
+100
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On 2009-09-20, Stuart <[email protected]> wrote:
>
> "No, not at all," replies the doctor. "This is the Serious Burns
> unit."
LOL!....