Summary
BACK in the Fifties, I had to do National Service and was sent to Egypt. Although I was a driver, I was in the company office as a clerk for a couple of months.
It was Christmas Day 1953 and an officer, a spiteful man, who had been drinking heavily, came into the office with two men carrying beer and glasses. He insisted that we all drank with him! I tried to explain I had an intolerance to alcohol, especially beer, which smelt and tasted like rotten cabbage and would sit on my stomach like a brick. But he took it as an insult that I was refusing to drink with him and insisted that I was lying. He stood over me, making me drink.See the full content of this document
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Ice Cold in Alex? Not for Me, Sir ; Peterborough
I was sipping at it when the phone rang in the next room and it was for him. He said to the Sergeant Major: 'Stand over this man and make sure that he drinks all of that -- don't ...
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