Hi Porksctaching,
I'll see your op, and raise you my RAF Mucker's op. Let's see, how can I desribe it with be censored".
The RAF paid us married men living with our wives on Penang Island, silly amounts of money (Barbara saved more than I would have been paid in the UK, during the two years we were there). Single blokes living on camp got a meagre Overseas Allownce.
My mate was living with a local girl, paid her rent and housekeeping, about $M20 a month. So he decided to marry her, which was frowned upon by the RAF bosses, so he wanted to keep it secret.
First problem ... he had to convert to Islam, before the Penang Authorities would allow the marriage. He took instruction, and converted.
Next problem ... did he still have his"appendage", and if he did, he'd have to get rid of it. So he went to see the Quacks at Sick Bay. When asked why he vwanted this op, he said because it was "cleaner and heathier". Request denied, as that operation was no longer a "tribal custom" in UK nor OZ.
The local hospital would charge $M90 ... but he had to bring his own straw for bedding. The posh hospital wanted $M900. Eventually he made contact with the local religius bloke wo would do it for $M9.
So he booked a couple of days leave, and presented himself for treatment. He had to shower before the op, them be rubbed all over with lemon peel, as he would not be able to shower again for three days.
So, he's sitting there, waiting for the injection, when the religious bloke slaps two bits of bamboo together. He remember sliding up the wall ... but not sliding down.
He presented himself at sick-bay, and was kept in for two weeks. Nobody asked why he'd done it.
He got married, presented his application to live out, and receive Marriage Allowance, and all the other perks.
Consternation! He would normally have been shipped of to Gan Island, in the middle of the Indian Ocean. But there had been a similar case fairly recently, in Singapore, and when Hubby had managed to get back to Singapore, he found his wife was on "the game", he went onto the roof of a multi-storey barrack block, and jumped .... writing-off the CO's Standard Vanguard.
My mate applied for, and received permission to live out and draw all related allowances. His wife was lovely, got on well with Barbara, inviting each other to dinner, etc
He bought her a sewing machine, so she could earn a living, bought her father an outboard motor for his fishing boat, and arranged for the RAF medics to correct her son's scrotal hernia (it used to swell up like a balloon). She did not realise that he intended to return to UK on demob.
The day before he was due to return to UK, he did the "I divorce thee, I divorce thee, I divorce thee", bit, and dashed back to camp, where he was safe, flew out the following morning.
I cannot say that we liked what he did, but it was no longer any of my business.
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