Everytime I see or hear of the Gurkhas this story comes to mind. When on patrol if they came across sleeping soldiers they would feel their boot laces to see if they were friend or foe. If foe, Kukris out and throats cut. My experience of the Gurkhas is as follows. Whilst in Hong Kong in the RN we were required to provide a crowd for there riot control training. After being briefed on how to behave a couple of us were told the ultimate goal was to obtain a weapon from one of them. Later, after the initial can throwing and abuse hurtling, a couple of us rushed several Gurkhas in the flank protection. I grabbed this little chap round the waist and picked him up intending to run off with him and obtain his weapon, with the help of my mates. The Gurkhas mates responded with a relentless rain of blows with there riot sticks. I dropped him instantly and ran off with my tail between my legs. Later we did manage to get and SLR from one of them. I felt sorry for the owner as he was probably returned to Nepal in shame.