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The 35th Battalion

The Story of a Stag

The Story of a Stag

It so happened that one of the local dogs (four legged) ran a deer into the river at a point close to Battalion Headquarters. This was in the days of Nepoui. The stag found temporary safety in deep water until the RSM appeared, complete with Tommy gun which he discharged without any apparent inconvenience to the deer. Now it chanced that the adjutant, Captain D. George, strolling to breakfast, came on the scene to investigate. Summing up the situation at a glance the adjutant flung himself, fully dressed, into the turgid flood, put a headlock on the stag and hollered lustily to RSM Ivers for a piece of rope. The RSM, equally clad, also flung himself into the tide, and before you could say Houailou they had the stag well and truly hogtied and safe on the bank. In spite of all the things they say about RSM's and their marksmanship, it was discovered that the Tommy gun had done its dastardly work only too well. Result—venison for supper, a new 14 point stag hat rack for the Sergeant's Mess—and ask Captain George sometime just where that fine deerskin rug came from.