My Dad was in The Rifle Brigade now known as the Royal Green Jackets. He had many stories about serving with the Gurkha's. He said they were amongst the bravest men he had ever known. He also said that they loved to have a laugh too. One time when Dad was on sentry duty he closed his eyes for a minute and when he leaned forward he fell over. His Gurkha mate's had cut his boot laces and he fell out of his boots. Dad said he could hear them all laughing for days afterwards. I loved that story.