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So this US general gets stationed at some lost, forgotten war-zone in the remotest reaches of Afghanistan. He gets greeted at the door of his new command by the captain of the troops there. The first thing the General spots – and smells – is this beat up, dirty, flea bitten camel lying in squalor near the entrance to the place. “Good God man!!” he yells at the captain. “Get that god-forsaken animal the hell out of here! NOW!!!” “Sir! Begging the General's pardon but the Camel has a purpose. You see, this place is dead in the middle of nowhere. And when the troops get lonely. Well Sir. They use the camel.” The General waves a hand at the captain as if to say he doesn't want to hear another word, and they move on. The captain escorts the General to his quarters and nothing more is said of the reeking, filthy Camel. After a few months however, the general finds himself feeling his normal manly urges arise. But no matter how bad or how heavy they get, the General holds firm and just keeps pressing on with the duties of his command. A couple of months more however, and the poor General is beside himself. He summons the Captain. “Captain”, the General starts. “Question about the Camel.” “Yes Sir.” “When the men need to 'use' the Camel, I'm assuming that you bathe, delouse, and clean her up yes?” “Oh Yes sir of course!!” exclaims the Captain. You wouldn't even recognize her! “Proceed with the necessary preparations Captain” barks the General. “I need her ready this evening” So the General enters the Camel's stall that night. And true to the Captain's word, the Camel standing before him is a completely different animal than the one the General first encountered all those months ago: bathed, scented, and brushed - and adorned with beautiful reigns, and a decked in a colorful locally woven blanket. The General climbs up on a nearby ladder, positions himself his needed relief, and starts going at it with the Camel like a demon. A couple of minutes into it, the Captain comes running into the Camel's stall to investigate all the ruckus. “Sir!! Sir!!” he cries out to the General. “God Damnit Captain can't you let a man have some privacy!!??” shouts the General in mid drill. “Yes Sir” snaps the Captain. “It's just that most men ride the camel to the local brothel to find a woman.”