A British general was touring a hospital during WW1.
He asked the soldier in the first bed ' why are you here soldier?
The soldier replied 'I have trench foot from all the water and mud in the trenches, Sir'
'How are they treating it?' asked the General.
'Every day, they scrub between my toes with a toothbrush dipped in iodine, Sir'
'And is your fondest wish to go home to Blighty to recover, soldier'
No sir, replied the soldier, my fondest wish is to get back into the trenches and defeat the Hun, Sir.
Stout fellow, said the General.
The general moved to the next bed and asked 'why are you here soldier?'
The soldier replied 'I have a terrible case of piles from all the water and mud in the trenches, Sir'
'How are they treating it?' asked the General.
'Every day, they scrub my piles with a toothbrush dipped in iodine, Sir'
'And is your fondest wish to go home to Blighty to recover, soldier'
No sir, replied the soldier, my fondest wish is to get back into the trenches and defeat the Hun, Sir.
Stout fellow, said the General.
The general moved to the next bed and asked 'why are you here soldier?'
The soldier replied 'I have a terrible case of tonsilitus, Sir'
'How are they treating it?' asked the General.
'Every day, they scrub my tonsils with a toothbrush dipped in iodine, Sir'
'And is your fondest wish to go home to Blighty to recover, soldier'
No sir, replied the soldier, my fondest wish is to get to that toothbrush first.
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