During World War II, a British army captain injured his knee during parachute training. He was rushed to the nearest hospital, which happened to be at an adjacent military clinic run by the Royal Air Force. After x-rays, the captain was rushed to the emergency clinic where he was treated and retained overnight. The next morning, two officers from his training unit went to visit him, and dutifully checked in with the RAF medical staff attendant at the front desk.
“I beg your pardon, we have come to see Captain Crouchback.”
“Right. Well, d’you know where to find him?”
“Actually, no; perhaps you can tell us.”
“I’m sure I don’t know. Did you say ‘Captain’? Well, there you go … we don’t take army blokes here.”
“He came yesterday for an emergency x-ray.”
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“Right. Well, I suppose you can try radiology, then.”“Where’s that?”
“Check the board out front; it should tell you,” said the airman.
Captain Freemantle turned to his companion and said, “I suppose it would be no good putting that man on a charge for insolence.”
“Not in the smallest,” said Captain de Souza. “Insubordinate behavior isn’t an offense in the air service.”
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