I was working as an aide de camp under General von Klutch
Exacting. Hard man to satisfy. Gave up trying after the first week
There was a saying around the old wardroom
"Never expose your flank to Old Klutchy!"
Well, I couldn't take Klutchy another night
So I assembled a modest caravan and hit the trail with Abdul
Ten miles out of that godforsaken place
Abdul came down with the rinderpest, and I had to leave him there to die
There was no other way about it
At the headwaters of the old river, I ran into an old Dutch trader
"The quality runs high," he said
"Matter of fact, I lose money on this - this quality merchandise"
Small, and hunchback, missing two of his teeth, I haggled him out of a fair price
The bar was nearly empty. I paid for my drinks, and walked out into the night