In those days, films came in reels, and during a change of reels, one of our loadies whispered to his companion that the film was good, but it was a pity that the roaring fire was flickering on the screen. The ever-present RSM heard this, looked around the Mess and addressed his oldest and most experienced Sergeant, "Sergeant MacDonald, go and stand in front of the fire, so that our guests can enjoy the film to the full." Our heroes didn't catch the end of the film but slunk off back to their tents.
Wwyvern I heard this story when I was in Norway recovering a Brit that had been involved with the trooping. I've recounted it several times, as a fine example of the power the RSM wealds. Strangely enough it came to mind, a few days ago, when reading through this thread