A few days after the first Gulf War ended, I was doing CSE forces shows in Kuwait & Saudi Arabia. While having pre gig refreshments about a 1/2 mile from the gig (Kuwait), we heard a rather loud explosion.
A sergeant marched into the mess, then informed us that the show wouldn't go on. He shouted out at the top of his military voice, with a sh*t eating grin, that the Stage and all the hired equipment had gone up in smoke. Amazingly & stupidly, the Stage had been erected near an ammunition dump, which indeed, had gone up in smoke....You could tell by the look on the face of the Sergeant, that us wimpy musicians, should have gone up with the stage as well.
The turn was an Impressionist called Bobby Davro, who minus the band, then offered to tell gags to the troops for some kind of entertainment (no mic - shouting at the top of his voice). He went down a (Desert) storm for making the effort, while we got smashed on some home made wine some French SF's troops had given us. (So, not a complete disaster)