When we lived in Bangladesh, we were good friends with one of the Gurkha Rifle Regiment soldiers assigned to the British High Commission in Dhaka. He told us wonderful stories about his travels and bought us beers and sometimes a little whiskey. One day he said he had a problem. His niece who lived in the Gurkha mountains…
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