A fresh-faced Legionnaire is posted out to the desert to a platoon of men and after a week or two his urges begin to take hold.
"What do we do for sex around here?" he asks one of the old sweats.
"Once every 3 months a camel train comes by, usually about 100 strong".
"Eurgh, I'm not doing it with a camel!" he says and leaves it at that.
A few more weeks pass by and the thought of a camel does not now seem so disgusting.
The following day, he is carrying out his morning ablutions when one of the tower sentries starts ringing a bell, having spotted the imminent arrival of the train.
All hell is let loose as all 30 men start sprinting in a mass stampede towards the camels.
"Why the rush?" says the new recruit as he joins the race.
"Well" says the old sweat, "You don't wanna get left with an ugly one, do you?"



