Was doing some yard work with my 16 1/2" WWII last night, when I stopped to speak with a neighbour. He asked about the knife, and hefted it approvingly. Then proceeded to tell a story.
Seems his uncle fought in a British unit during WWII, and served alongside some Ghurkas. He was on watch one night, peering out into the darkness, when he felt a light tap on his helmet, and heard the words "OK Joe." He turned quickly, but didn't manage to see who had touched him.
It seems that the Ghurkas, at least where he was fighting, would do some night raids themselves. They'd move as silently as a shadow until they came to someone, and in the dark would lightly trace a finger along the soldier's helmet, to determine its shape. If the helmet shape matched one of their allies', the Ghurka would tap it lightly, say "OK Joe," and move on. If the helmet felt like a German's ... there was a different outcome.
Might just be a legend ... but then again, might not.
Tom.
Seems his uncle fought in a British unit during WWII, and served alongside some Ghurkas. He was on watch one night, peering out into the darkness, when he felt a light tap on his helmet, and heard the words "OK Joe." He turned quickly, but didn't manage to see who had touched him.
It seems that the Ghurkas, at least where he was fighting, would do some night raids themselves. They'd move as silently as a shadow until they came to someone, and in the dark would lightly trace a finger along the soldier's helmet, to determine its shape. If the helmet shape matched one of their allies', the Ghurka would tap it lightly, say "OK Joe," and move on. If the helmet felt like a German's ... there was a different outcome.
Might just be a legend ... but then again, might not.
Tom.