|One whole week after we at MCU had obtained our cannon,
you issued a belated sort of challenge for odd bods
to remove said encumbrances from the foreshore in
order to facilitate the daily meanderings of your
good self and
other elderly KOS personnel. Subsequently, a party
from Hittadu and some DOE chaps recovered two more
and MCU took one to Hitaddu. Generous to a fault,
I hear and acknowledge your plaudits for our efforts.
One big carrot dangled before the faces of bods destined
to perform the onerous chore of recovering and
refurbishing the discarded arms of World War II, was
the promise that brass plaques, engraved with the
of those who did the deed, would be affixed, (gratis)
to the gun of their choice for posterity to marvel
on Gan can be accurately described, by another word
Since we at MCU had already decided that our gun was
to be an integra1 part of the tasteful theme of our
Christmas bar, brass plaques were a minor consideration
and therefore, we shed no tears when we remained
p1aqueless. However, time ticked on (English for tempus
fugit) and the sand bags of our gun emplacement began
to wither and die in the merciless sun. Great rents
appeared and authority began to look askance at the
MCU supremacy. The problem resolved itself one day
when someone said it all with tact, diplomacy, and
sense of understanding, "What', he said, "Shall
we do with that bloody great eight and a half ton
sheer admiration held us all speechless.
The seething cou1dron of activity, which you innocents
call MCU, heaved and. Jerked, groaned and strained
massive intellects performed convolutions of unparalleled
ferocity. Ideas were born, examined and rejected.
auctions were considered as an outlet but discarded
on past record. They cant even put Aldo (GIP`s editor-author)
up for Sale! What to do? Then of course came inspiration!
What can one do with any overweight, outmoded,
cast-off, totally useless, gent1y corroded object?
Offer it free, to the Station Commander. How could
He offered us all a pay rise but we felt duty-bound
to refuse any such gratuity unless all the rest of
you could share our
good fortune. As you know, we have all had a little
lucre lustre added to our lives and we of the MCU
all other Gannites will want to pay us back in some
easy monetary manner. To this end, a large money box
screwed to the MCU crew- room door and p1ease feel
free to push all donations through the handy slot.
The deal was closed and the DOE again jumped on the
bandwagon ~ their gun was offered to the boss too.
can it truly be said that the Good Shepherd (Gan's
C.O. - author) has indeed a prize pair. I must point
this stage that the DOE offering is vastly inferior
to the splendid beast tendered by the MCU. It is shorter,
corroded and, has lumps out of it. This stunted object
was accepted however and we raised no objection when
told the two cannon would be rendered black and mounted
on twin concrete bases outside SHQ. We even hoped
this might cement some good relations. It was 7also
our black stuff (technical details trip from my pen)
DOE used to paint the erstwhile defenders of the Atoll.
Again we heard trite murmurs of brass plaques to be
put near the guns. These would inform all and sundry
gave who what. We just thought, "How nice!"
or even, "Quaint" we just never dreamed
that THEY, that grey faceless
horde of incompetent twits, who can always get it
wrong, could ever put the DOE plaque adjacent to OUR
put OUR plaque next to that jaded dildo of the armament,
accepted in a weak moment from the The Hairy Ones!
We, the MCU, ask only that this blunder, this travesty
of justice, this catastrophe be rectified rapidly.
With all dispatch.
It's a 1ong way back to that beach! One final moan
- that bloody idiotic sign indicating that SHQ lurks
the leafy background has the temerity to partly obscure
the full g1ory of OUR GUN. It would be appreciated
could be moved slightly.
Joe Bradley MCU