Episode 17: The Tea Thief (Iraq, 2003)
Camp had strict rationing.
Tea bags were gold dust.
Someone kept nicking mine—four mornings in a row.
I set a trap.
Marked my tea tin with talc powder.
Placed it in the cupboard and waited.
Caught Corporal Mackie red-handed—white prints all down his bloody uniform.
He denied it.
I held up the tin.
He sneezed. Talc cloud. Case closed.
Made him do latrine duty for three days. Never touched my tea again.
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