I say, old man, did you know Pongo?

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>> I say, old man, did you know Pongo? Fine chap. I was
>> with him in the Northern Desert in '44. He knew how
>> to lay a gun. And a woman, what? Ha! >> moustache and looks whistful>
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> Pongo was a bounder and a cad. He made a packet selling
> rations to the Egyptians and trading hashish to the Boche.
> Of course, what the Boche got was dried camel dung because
> that was what the gyppos were giving Pongo in exchange for
> the compo. When it all came to a head the Boche were furious
> and came looking for Pongo with blood in their eye. Times
> being what they were they turned up in their mechanised
> armour and kicked off the battle of Alamein a week early.
> Pongo beat a hasty retreat, fleeing in a borrowed Anson
> driven by a South African deserter. They got as far as
> Abbyssinia where the Eytie governor mistook him for the
> spearhead of an invasion force and promptly surrendered.
> Pongo got a Palace in Addis Abbaba and gong from HRH for
> his infernal luck. The swine still owes me money too.
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