For those here who remember David Niven. Recounted in his first of two autobiographies, The Moon Is a Balloon (1972), while a Lt in the Highland Light Infantry based in Malta in the early 1930’s, Mess Dinners were held very late at night to avoid the heat. Instead of peeing on the floor, empty wine bottles were passed around, and the business was then done under table.
Try and be successful at that during a Mess Dinner!!!
I always admired David Niven. Some background:
The son a well-to-do British Army captain who died in the battle of Gallipoli in 1915, David Niven (1910-1983), while attending the Royal Military Academy at Sandhurst was asked to write down his three preferred regiments, he wrote 'anything but the HLI' (Highland Light Infantry) he was inevitably commissioned into the HLI. Resigned his commission (1933), was a Hollywood star pre WWII, rejoined the Rifle Brigade serving through Dunkirk, joining the commandos and later the secret Phantom Reconnaissance Regiment.
One of two movies he made in WWII, The Way Ahead, is about a Rifle Brigade platoon: “At the outset of World War II, a disparate group of civilians undergo basic training and prepare to fight - and die - for their country. The recruits include men from all classes, education and professions. At first, they object to their regimented lifestyle and resent the constant supervision of their training sergeant. Gradually, they learn their new skills and develop pride in what they are doing. Destined to be part of the invasion of French North Africa, their ship is nearly sunk. They soon find themselves fighting the Germans and putting their training to good use”.
Peter Ustinov who, as a private in the Army was later assigned to Niven as his batman was also in the movie.
A good small unit leadership movie which is still available.
Wikipedia: Niven remained close-mouthed about the war, despite public interest in celebrities in combat and a reputation for storytelling. He said once: "I will, however, tell you just one thing about the war, my first story and my last. I was asked by some American friends to search out the grave of their son near Bastogne. I found it where they told me I would, but it was among 27,000 others, and I told myself that here, Niven, were 27,000 reasons why you should keep your mouth shut after the war." Niven also had special scorn for the newspaper columnists covering the war who typed out self-glorifying and excessively florid prose about their meagre wartime experiences. Niven stated, "Anyone who says a bullet sings past, hums past, flies, pings, or whines past, has never heard one − they go crack.” One story has surfaced: about to lead his men into a battle with an expectation of heavy casualties, Niven eased their nervousness by telling them, "It's all very well for you chaps, but I'll have to do this all over again in Hollywood with Errol Flynn!"