Casual mention of TEH HORROR.
I used to work with a youngish guy from Croatia who was a cheery guy and good fun to work with. I'd once jokingly asked if his "old war wound" was playing up when he was limping one morning.
"Yes it is"- straight, sad face. That shut me up.

One day he was helping me to dispose of a pile of dead pigs into a rank fly-blown hole we'd dug earlier in the summer.

"Hmmm", he mused, lighting a cigarette, "this smells same like mass grave".

I didn't like to ask, or correct his English, but now I have this knowledge too.
( Infidel , shit and wrong, Tue 7 Feb 2012, 16:05, Reply)