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Dying of Thirst.

Have you ever been thirsty; I mean – you’d kill for a drink of water – thirsty? I have and I’m not ashamed to tell you about it.

During my army service in the Egyptian Canal Zone I was part of a desert patrol near Tel al-Kabir and two of us had taken cover on being sniped at by the Egyptian Fedayeen.  My colleague and I were in a gully and temporally safe from immediate danger. It was midday, 40 degrees centigrade and the sun blazed down on us. By then we were both desperate for a drink having, against orders, finished our personal  one pint allowance.

We  had been laying  there for a long while, clinging for protection to the arid earth, scared to death and desperate for water. The sporadic shooting had died down but we dared not move and we now were too dry to shout for help to other members of the platoon.

We lay in silence, expecting at any moment  to be overrun by the  Fedayeen. We were reaching that inconsolable stage when we thought being captured and probably mutilated  would be preferable to our craving for water.  Finally, At  that  moment when we thought it better to surrender and hope for mercy and a drink of water, we heard the clinging of a bicycle bell.

From out of the  surrounding rocks a young Arab boy emerged, pushing an acient bicycle  over the sweltering terrain. He came towards us, chanting in his best English, “Coca–cola, melon, eeece!” Our raging thirst overcame any thought of danger, although we did jump up and point our Sten guns threateningly in his direction. Hanging from the bike’s handlebars were two old hessian bags, filled with bottles of Coca-cola and slices of water melon packed in ice. Heedless to the danger he handed us thick juicy slices of ice cold water melon and we did not even haggle at the price.

Later and back in the barracks, the older soldiers laughed when we told our war story. The boy was well known in and came from a nearby village. It seemed that the so-called sniping was his family shooting in the air to hold up any passing patrol while “Ali” as he was known, had time to sell his wares. Whatever the truth, never since has water melon tasted that good.

BRT, 14.08.2017


About bbryanthomas

Not so young man about town who, having witnessed and enjoyed life, is presently having fun, writing about those by-gone times and life in general.

4 comments on “Dying of Thirst.

  1. Christine Goodnough
    August 16, 2017

    Now that’s the old entrepreneurial spirit — alive and well among that clan. 🙂

    Liked by 1 person

  2. rgayer55
    August 17, 2017

    Great story. Christine posted the link here when commenting on my blog. I’m glad I made the trip.


    • bbryanthomas
      August 17, 2017

      Thank you


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