Not sure if this has been done before, Iâll blame the brain damage caused by yellow handbags if it has. Most soldiers during their time in service are witness to sights, sounds and smells that are far beyond the capabilities of current computer generate graphics, sound cards or smelly vision; they behold the real, no game! Soldiers and their families have to address the aftermath of these circumstances. The strategies used to conquer these post situations are many, some medical, social, welfare, pastoral or unit recommended, some not so. Humour which is unfathomable to civilians, who have little or no comprehension or experience of these events. Humour, the enduring medication of the soldier; used to overcome their dire experiences. If not âsortedâ these encroachments would destroy most minds, if left to ail. At times this humour can, from the outside seem a little morbid, obscene, inappropriate or somewhat sick but; it is how some soldiers âdeal with it!â Humour developed and fostered during times of adversity, stressful, difficult and invariably dangerous encounters. This humour is easily transferable with others that have faced similar predicaments; doctors, police, firepersons, nurses and many others. I have been lucky and privileged to serve with a unit for a long time, which had more than its fair share of wit, one linerâs, and extremely funny anecdotes and stories. Most of these remembered at reunions or gatherings of various members, it only needs a plural, and it has a life of its own. No names, or units, this will protect the innocent and their LS & GCâs, if in possession of such. What are your recollections of the humour exhibited by your mates when they have "dealt with it"?