Once upon a time, people were allowed a sense of humour...
At some pongo fah paah event, a chap dressed up in the full comical Quality Street mess dress uniform of his Wedgiment, all pink breeches bum-freezer jacket and yellow strings, wandered casually across the front of the arena sporting a monocle and a very haughty expression like some cartoon chinless Woopert. Behind him trailed a black chap (brother officer in disguise who was in on the joke), bent double and festooned with a couple of GPMGs and several belts of ammunition. Whereupon the pretend Woopert studied the target, then turned to the black chap and announced in cut glass tones "Bearer! My gun if you please!".
Unfortunately the joke was lost on the hierarchy though...