© Hugh Roberton was the Regimental Medical
Officer (RMO), with the
Battalion for most of the second
with a wart on the end of his prime
member, attended the Regimental Aid Post
( RAP ) to have it treated.
We booked him in for treatment after
lunch, but his sergeant and the RAP
sergeant conspired to have him attend
earlier. Meanwhile they fetched the
biggest soldering iron that they could
find from the workshop, polished it up,
put in on a tray, under a drape and left
it on the table beside the 'Digger'
laying on the stretcher.
His curiosity got the better of him so
he looked under the drape ... I could
not work out why he was so pale and
sweaty when I entered with the normal
pencil sized instrument!
TALES FROM THE TIGER