One such was Nigel Webster. He had just finished his apprenticeship as an Oglogel Box Maker and was very keen to serve his country.

He went to the Army Recruitment Office.

"Well, Son, what do you do?" The Sergeant asked.

"I'm an Oglogel Box Maker, Sir!"

"What is an Oglogel Box?"

"Well, it's about 20 feet across, and 20 feet high..."

"That's too big for the Army to use. We would need to have special vehicles just to carry it. Try the Air Force."

So Nigel went to the Air Force.

"Well, Son, what do you do?" The Squadron Leader asked.

"I'm an Oglogel Box Maker, Sir!"

"What is an Oglogel Box?"

"Well, it's a cube that weighs about 3 Tons..."

"That's far too heavy to go in one of our aircraft, try the Navy."

So Nigel went to the Navy.

"Well, Son, what do you do?" The Midshipman asked.

"I'm an Oglogel Box Maker, Sir!"

"What is an Oglogel Box?"

"Well, it's a cube that weighs about 3 Tons."

"That's heavy, but our ships could carry it easily. How big is it?"

"About 20 feet per side, Sir."

"That's not a problem. What exactly does it do?"

"Well, Sir, I'm not allowed to say, but if you will let me make one, I can demonstrate it."

"OK, you’re in."

Some weeks later Nigel was on the HMS Fearless. Under his instruction, huge tarpaulins were erected on the deck and fastened securely. These rose up to form a wall so that no-one would see the secrets of the Oglogel Box that Nigel had sworn to preserve.

Over the next month, timber and nails and equipment were taken inside the work area and the air was full of the sounds of sawing and hammering.

At the end of 6 weeks, Nigel reported to the Captain that the work was done. HMS Fearless set sail for a demonstration of the Oglogel boxes strange properties.

As the ship positioned itself off of the coast near Penzance, the deck gradually filled with admirals and generals, politicians and nameless figures that stayed in the shadows.

The crowd watched, hushed now, as a crane swung over the area where the Oglogel box had been constructed. The hook went down and, after a while, Nigel called out that all was secure.

The crane took the strain. The motor rumbled with the effort of lifting the box. Slowly it rose from behind the tarpaulins, Nigel on the top steadying it. The crowd looked at this strange object.

It was, as Nigel had said, a cube about 20 feet per side. It had a large hole (about 3 feet across) in the centre of each of the sides. There were slots irregularly spaced above and below the hole. Also on each side were sets of arrows pointing upwards.

Nigel gave the signal and the crane turned so that the box hung over the side of the ship. The crowd surged to the guardrail to see what would happen next.

The box was lowered, gently, to the surface of the sea. Nigel very carefully unhooked the box and was lifted back onto the deck.
All eyes stared at the box, now floating a few feet away from the ship. Then they saw a spurt of water coming from the holes and it began to sink. And as it sank, it went

Oglogel, oglogel, oglogel