When Thatcher invaded the Falkland Islands in the 1980s, the Gurkhas were at the forefront of the swift victory. It is said they ran with their knives/khukris, not guns.
The politics of fighting for another country is another topic. And I have my views. But for now, here's a joke.
This was World War II. The British were busy defending themselves in Burma. One Gurkha got lost in the jungles of Burma in the north. After long weeks of walking he finally showed up in the capital city of Rangoon, down south. He was asked, how did you do it? How did you make it all the way to Rangoon?
"That was not a problem, Sir," the Gurkha soldier replied. "I had a map."
The officer took a look at the map. The guy had a really old map of London with him.
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