This is a joke i heard a while ago but i hope it still makes someone laugh. I warn you it’s rather long. However many have enjoyed it so i wish you the best.
Now the were three coalition soldiers in Iraq who had been captured by an Iraqi insurgent and his comrades.
One was a Brit (British soldier), one was an Aussie (Australian soldier) and the last was a Yankee (do i need to explain this one!).
Now the Iraqi insurgents were true religous fanatics (like myself) and they did everthing to the book. Since they had captured these three invaders alive none of the Iraqi’s wanted to kill them in outright. So they decided to strip them of thier weapons, boots and packs. Then they led them to the Niniveh desert.
The Iraqi leader told the captives that no mortal had ever crossed this desert. They were going to be left here to die, at least in this manner none of his Muslim warriors could be stained with kaffir Blood. However these Muslims were not going to be complete thugs and according to thier native custom, they would grant each of them one wish to make thier journey of death in the desert more comfortable.( or bearable at least )
So the Brit replied;
“Very well if i am to die, can you at least let me have my canteen? it’s full of old whisky so if i get thirsty i’ll drink that. At least in this manner when i get hot i will pass out on Alcohol. It will prolong my ordeal but at least i had some comfort.”
The Iraqi leader smiled and said the Brit was being wise indeed. I will not deny you this drink he said, it’s no use to me anyway.
Then the Aussie spoke calmly as he adressed the Iraqi millitant leader:
“Sir i respect you as a man of your word. As an Officer i have always carried my parasol to keep off the sun. I know i will still die of thirst… or the cold desert night. However you wont part me with that will you? At least let me die in shade?”
The Iraqi shrugged. He handed th Aussie the parasol and wished him luck. It will keep the sun off my friend, but you’ll still suffer heat.
“What do you want American?” the Iraqi asked the Yankee with a hint of hatered.
“Well buddy, if ya don’t mind i’d like that Humvee door your man blasted off my vehicle with that RPG of his.”
The Iraqi looked at the American as if he were a circus lunatic. Then in a puzzled tone he asked.
“Very well American you can have it, just tell me what do you want that heavy door for anyway? Is it just a personal sentiment? Is it the blood of your comrades? Is it the flag on it’s side?”
The Yankee looked stunned:
“Nah what in hell do you think i wan it for? I’m gonna wind down the window when it gets too hot in this here desert!”
…window on door to let air in?