WMMS Game 2 The other eye view.
Bring on the big boys.
A veritable armada of heavy Giant Bombers attempt to cross the Channel.
I think they got a bit miffed about that Balloon this morning.
Heaven help the chippy this time.
Tally ho chaps! Here we go.
Grosse Got! Where did that come from Fritz.
One down and we are only just leaving Belgium.
This is how you shoot em down son!
Got a smoking stack on now as well.
Two said Slightly.
Woops Winco! Should have worn your bathers.
Two- one.
Make that three old bean.
Meanwhile at the rear of the attack.
An intrepid group of young pilots were playing havoc.
Set 'em on fire and then leave them to burn.
And another.
How many's that young Robert.
Dunno! I lost count.
Good grief is that one of ours, You don't see that very often.
No! but you do see that!
And that.
Not looking so big now are they.
Another one bites the dust.
And another. "Our chap got him first."
"Didn't."
"Did too!"
A fire alarm! Have all these burning planes set it off,
or is it just the heat from the lights?
Can't be the Wingco this year, he went in for an early bath.
Some time later.
Hey Fritz. Let's go home now. This is not fun any more.
Not so fast Fritz.
We have not quite finished with you yet.
End of show and the chip shop saved from the very worst the Hun could throw at it.
Or was it? Stay tuned for next year's thrilling installment. " Misstaaken. The return."
Even that is not quite the end.
To the victors the spoils.
Three in a row chaps! They tell me.
Much better than being at Crufts.
Rob.
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