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cool story man . wonder if you have any more of these anecdotes?
cool story man . wonder if you have any more of these anecdotes?
AM NOT SEEING ANY THING . NOW I AM SEEING AFTER REFRESHING . ANY WAY WHY HE/ SHE WAS ARRESTED ?
Bloody colonialist vultures.
History repeats itself for regiment that guards the wild frontier
By David Blair in the Khyber Pass12:01AM GMT 19 Jan 2002
PEACOCKS strode across the lawn and the shadow cast by a sundial fell across a table neatly laid for tea.
Lining the panelled corridor of the cool, spotless officers' mess were photographs of moustachioed, turbaned warriors who were clearly not from the local Shinwari tribe.
Capt Lockhart, Major Barton and Lt Bickford stared down from the wall, alongside portraits of more recent officers of the Khyber Rifles.
In the heart of the Khyber Pass, the officers' mess of this venerable regiment is a remarkable time capsule, where the voices of those who once guarded the most dangerous frontier of Pax Britannica still seem to echo from the walls.
The most visible sign of their former presence is a walnut tree standing on the lawn, draped in heavy chains that bind it to the ground.
After a hard day patrolling the border and a particularly lengthy series of sun-downers, two British officers became convinced that the tree was moving.
"They were sure this tree was running away to Peshawar, so they ordered the Sergeant to put it under arrest. The tree is still under arrest," said Capt Nasir Farooq, the mess secretary.
The Khyber Rifles have performed the same role since their formation on the eve of the Second Afghan War in 1878 - securing the world's most wild and lawless frontier.
When Capt Farooq and his colleagues leave the placid hall of the mess to hunt down al-Qa'eda fugitives from Afghanistan, the spectral faces of Major Barton and his comrades seem to wear knowing smiles.
History repeats itself for regiment that guards the wild frontier - Telegraph
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By the BBC's Matt Frei
On the parched lawn outside the officer's mess of the Khyber Rifles stands a tree, tied to the ground by heavy chains.
"I assume you are familiar with the story of the tree?" Major Amir asked me after a splendid lunch in the army mess.
"In the 1890s a group of British officers, were having drinks on the lawn, when one of them was convinced that the tree was moving. So he had the tree tied down with chains," he said.
It is easy to imagine the red-faced officers, their minds marinated in whisky or gin. Their black and white photographs still hang on the walls of the library.
Young men called Warburton, Bradstock or Dumbarton, wearing turbans, sporting clipped moustaches and looking as if they are on a fancy dress safari. Lounging in wicker chairs and attended stiffly by servants in starched white livery.
BBC News | FROM OUR OWN CORRESPONDENT | Time stands still at Khyber Pass