Edwin Rommel

Achhh--- zhorry-- schould haf explained.... zhe M&M poppink into zhe mouth alzo makez zhe pop-poppen zhound,.....

HBD

The Lysander continues to circle on auto-pilot.... --- Ahemmmm--- Meanwhile in another aircraft many many miles away, Rommel pops another M&M into his mouth and longs fondly recalls the days when he still smoked to pass the long hours on trans-pacific flights....

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Zho-- zhzi iz vhere vhe komme to find zhe verdamtez CIA unt MI5 schweinz?

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Vhe vhill not be holdink our breaf.....

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Isn't it??

So this guy walks into the doctor... Doctor examines him... Doctor says-- I have good news and bad news, what you want first... Guy says "Bad first" Doctor says- "You have an incurable disease and have 1 week to live..." Guy - "and the good news?" Doctor- "Did you see my blonde receptionists-- the one with the big boobzez?" Guy" Yes.." Doctor- "The good news is that I have an affair with her..."

The hangar doors roll open……. A Junkers 86 in South African Air Force rolls out, followed by two P47 Thunderbolts in Dutch Air Force colors……. The pilots look suspiciously like Rommel and his two friends. With the roar of twin Messerschmidt and two single FW engines the modified airframes take to the sky and turn east towards the pacific. Steam rise from the doused cooking fire rise the smoke-stack of the mess-hall and from the hangar a squad Whatutsi warriors, bodies gleaming in the sunlight, runs out and heads north in a kilometer-eating trot. Very far to the north some condensation trails show that an air-battle is taking place…..

Gluckliche Geburtstag!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

random !

After 6 hours at a steady fuel economic pace the Hornisse and FW 190’s arrive over a deserted airfield in Northern Sudan. The hangars built in the hey-day of Italian occupation looks derelict, but a mobile generator outside one of the hangars, as well as the spiral of smoke rising from the mess hall kitchens’ smoke stack belies the abandoned nature of the place. A green flare rises on a pillar of smoke and explodes in the still air with an audible pop. The Me 410 peels away and flares for a landing followed by the two FW’s, the last one making a distinctly bumpy landing. A group of soldiers quickly surround the landed aircraft and push them into the hangar with the generator. The deserted look returns to the field in minutes. Inside the hangar a team of technicians are already swarming over the aircraft, removing parts of the airframe and riveting new structures in place. In one corner of the hangar tins of boot polish and Whatutsi headdresses and spears reveals the origin of the group of soldiers working on the aircraft. A sergeant reports to Rommel. “Herr Rommel, Ugo captured zhe American after vhe tipped him off, but in typical Italian fashion he haz allowed him to ezcape. The Free French Aircraft bombed a local village working very much in our favor- zhe blootig Froggiez vhill not be able to land anyvhere in Sudan. Our source in Kairo says zhat zhe Ami landed Ugo’s krate and haz taken off in a Katalina fur zhe Pazific.Our agent haz managed to get ein transponder on him and vhe kan track him.” “Danke Otto- vhen vhill you be ready mit zhe konverzion uf unzere Airkraftz?” “’bout anozzer zheven hourz…” “Make zhat six—Vhe are going to get zhomezhing to eat und grabben zhum shut-eye- kall me at 13H00--- and make zhure Shultz schtayz uffen zhe bottle!”

In zhat kaze Ich exercise mein right to iknore you..... Iz it not intruiging that nothing in zhiz schtory can be destructed????? Image a war vhere noting getz deschtroyed or iz deschtroyable--- vhe vhill be at vhar zhe vhole time fur zhe pure fun uf it... much beter zhan Cluedo.... Do you vhant to play a game??? Thermo-nuclear vhar???

isn't it?

Guut luck--- you are ein puppet in a rodentz schtory line.....

Brilliant tjoke Herr Donzter... never heard it before, but very true....

Taking off from Louis’s field in the fading light, a Me 410 Hornisse with two FW190’s in trail, one weaving quite badly… At 15 000 ft above the channel the FW’190’s link onto the fuel hoses trailing from the wings of the Hornisse and they all turn south-east towards Africa…. Their mission….. Who knows.... who cares...... Two very very angry inflatable Alsations watch their departure with blood red eyes…..

With a final bump and a cough the FW glides to a stop at the end of the field. Heinz shoves the canopy open and with the propeller slowly windmilling to a halt he hops out on to the wing and then down… “Himmel—ich haf forgotten how much fun zhat vhoz… got meinselbst ein B26!!!” “Guut—now come und help me fill up zhe FW’s und zhe Hornisse- Shultz iz on hiz vhay unt zhen vhe kan schtart zhe pursuit--- zhe transponder zhat Shultz hid in Brigitte’z belly button showz zhey are travelink out in zhe direkzion uf zhe pazifik…” Just then the bushes at the end of Louis’s fields tears apart and a Tiger 2 grinds to a halt next to the duo. After a while the engine dies down and amidst the clicking of cooling exhaust pipes they hear a distinct… “HIC…”

Shultz watches the French tank commander approaching with a white flag of truce… “Halten machen zhie—vhot you vhont… BUUURRRPPP” “Most apologetic apologees Mon General, we vheere wondering if you vhould be so kind to moven zhe Panzer back to zhee Boche linez--- vhe are convinzed zhat zheze stand-offen vhill only lead to zhee demise uf zhe gallant French armor soldeers” “Blutig right on guv—moven zhie out uf zhe vhay, oh--- ich vhould liken zhum uf diener beztez vhine und zhum diesel fur mein panzer…” “Que Mon Geeneral, commink right up…” A quivering sergeant quickly dumps a crate of whine and several jerry cans of diesel on the deck of the Tiger 2. Shultz guns the engine, side-swipes three of the puny French tank, drives over the guardhouse and turns south at the T junction, destination—Louis’s farm…..

Pizz-off... Ich am buzy....

Zho-- iz zhat 5 minutez in zhe pazt or five minutez in zhe future?? You vhill remember zhat all zhe characterz in zhiz schtory travelled frum zhe future to zhe pazt- implying zhat zhey all lived to zhe future- zho zhey could not be killed by zhomething in zhe pazt--- Ich am zhure zhe Kontinuity Manager vhill konfirm zhat to you... Go on kountink down und zhen up again und zhen down again unt zhen up again und down und zhen up again und zhen down again unt zhen up again und zhen down again unt zhen up again und down und zhen up again und zhen down again unt zhen up again und zhen down again unt zhen up again und down und zhen up again und zhen down again unt zhen up again und zhen down again unt zhen up again und down und zhen up again und zhen down again unt zhen up again und zhen down again unt zhen up again und down und zhen up again und zhen down again unt zhen up again und zhen down again unt zhen up again und down und zhen up again und zhen down again unt zhen up again..

From the nearby OSH cruiser Gdfltz lets rip with an venomouz fart that obliterates ATHFW craft and all it's inhabitants

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