war story
When i was a lad i worked in the local butchers shop. I started the day after my 15th birthday and worked there till i went to university at 19. By which time i was a big strong lad.
Anyway, my boss was dead tight and as hard as nails. Absolutely tough as old boots. Great bloke.
When he was a lad he worked for a butcher who was as tight as a gnats chuff and hard as nails as well. And miserable. I shall not say anymore about this guy. I imagine he is in the ground by now but don't know for sure. Any road up. My boss'e boss was in the army in WWII. HRE was in italy and was in some form of tank fitted with a gun and a flame thrower. Said vehicle was goiung up a road on a recconosaince job. It was tootling along when it came under small arms fire from a house. They turned the turret round and popped a high explosive shell into this house and theres lots of smoke and debris. As the dust settles there are three or four italians soldiers wobbling about in the debris with assorted injuries that tend to come with having been inside a house that has just been blown up.
Needless to say, they didn't have much fight in them and were doing their best to surrender. Unfortunately for them, our hero and his mates in the tank weren't right keen on the idea of having to cart a bunch of injured eyeties back to their lines especially when they had been shooting at them, and they still had a job to do.
So, rather than mucking up the rest of the day they decided the best thing they could do was to dispose of the problem by introducing them to the business end of mister flame thrower. Once done they tootled off on their way!
Anyway, my boss was dead tight and as hard as nails. Absolutely tough as old boots. Great bloke.
When he was a lad he worked for a butcher who was as tight as a gnats chuff and hard as nails as well. And miserable. I shall not say anymore about this guy. I imagine he is in the ground by now but don't know for sure. Any road up. My boss'e boss was in the army in WWII. HRE was in italy and was in some form of tank fitted with a gun and a flame thrower. Said vehicle was goiung up a road on a recconosaince job. It was tootling along when it came under small arms fire from a house. They turned the turret round and popped a high explosive shell into this house and theres lots of smoke and debris. As the dust settles there are three or four italians soldiers wobbling about in the debris with assorted injuries that tend to come with having been inside a house that has just been blown up.
Needless to say, they didn't have much fight in them and were doing their best to surrender. Unfortunately for them, our hero and his mates in the tank weren't right keen on the idea of having to cart a bunch of injured eyeties back to their lines especially when they had been shooting at them, and they still had a job to do.
So, rather than mucking up the rest of the day they decided the best thing they could do was to dispose of the problem by introducing them to the business end of mister flame thrower. Once done they tootled off on their way!
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