The Queen is touring a military hospital and goes into a ward where there are three patients. She stops by the first bed and asks the doctor who's showing her round, "Who is this man?"
The doctor checks his notes. "Airman Jones, your Majesty. He's a pilot. Suffering from haemorrhoids."
"Oh dear," says the Queen. "Charles often suffers from those - probably explains why he's in a bad mood so much of the time. And what treatment has been prescribed for him?"
"Wire brush and Dettol," says the doctor. "With all the cutbacks we can't afford an actual operation."
The Queen turns to the patient. "And what is your ambition, my man?"
The patient says, "To be cured of this embarrassing condition, your Majesty, so I can sit in the cockpit of my fighter and protect your Majesty's domain against its enemies!"
"Wonderful," says the Queen, and moves on to the next bed. The doctor says, "This is Deckhand Smith, your Majesty. One of your Jolly Jack Tars. I'm afraid he's suffering from a sexually transmitted disease. Despite all the warnings, he had an encounter with one of the women who frequent the harbour area. Nobody to blame but himself."
"It must be extremely painful," says the Queen. "At least if Philip is to be believed. And what is his treatment?"
"Wire brush and Dettol, like the other bloke. As I said, the cutbacks..."
The Queen asks the patient, "And what is your ambition?"
The patient says, "To get rid of this humiliating disease, your Majesty. I can't wait to get back aboard my ship and fight your Majesty's enemies."
The Queen moves on to the third bed. The doctor says, "Sergeant-Major Brown, your Majesty. He has nodules on his vocal chords so can't issue orders to the men."
"That must be extremely frustrating," says the Queen. "Don't tell me - wire brush and Dettol?"
The doctor nods and the Queen says to the patient, "And what is you ambition, my man?"
The patient replies in a hoarse whisper. "To get hold of the wire brush before those two dirty buggers!"