I forget the man's name, but he was the Commander in charge of the torpedo depot where we worked. He didn't speak a lick of english, and looked perpetually unhappy. His BO was pretty unbelievable too -- Chris and I rode behind him on the way out to the villa and I was grateful for Chris's smoking which masked his odor some. Fortunately his deputy, Lt. Commander Islam, smelled great, spoke english just fine, and had a sunny disposition. Whatever our crazy request was, he tried to make it happen. He even taught us some punjabi and urdu.

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