12-02-2020, 07:03 PM
"Feel good story". Right, let's get to it, chop-chop!
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As dear Aunt Millie wandered down the streets of her village to purchase some bread at the bakery, a harshly spoken accent halted her in her tracks.
In truth, the man owning the accent was a new arrival from Lithuania, and his spoken English was still far from perfected.
Now, it could be that Aunt Millie's mind was a wee bit clouded due to her advanced age, and, her hearing was probably no longer the best.
Millie, you see, was convinced she had heard German being spoken on the other side of that brick wall!
"Cheeky bugger, he must be a parachutist!" growled Millie as she clearly recalled the dark days of 1940 following Dunkirk.
Like all ladies of a certain age, Millie carried a quite large and severe looking black bag that held all manner of notes, cards, identification, cosmetics, and . . .
ah, yes, there it was . . . the original "Grenade, Hand, Anti-Tank, No. 74" she had been issued by the British Army when she served in the Home Guard.
The news that evening carried a startling story of a forgotten Second World War munition that had detonated in a small village in central England. A migrant from Lithuania was injured, and an elderly woman blown over by the blast, which also shattered the windows of a nearby house. All in all, the unexploded ordnance specialists concluded that the incident could have been much worse. Aunt Millie was escorted home. Later that evening, her granddaughter noticed her sitting in the garden with a pitchfork. When asked why, she would only ask "you don't really think he was the only one, do you?!"
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So there's your story, Fin.
Cheers
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As dear Aunt Millie wandered down the streets of her village to purchase some bread at the bakery, a harshly spoken accent halted her in her tracks.
In truth, the man owning the accent was a new arrival from Lithuania, and his spoken English was still far from perfected.
Now, it could be that Aunt Millie's mind was a wee bit clouded due to her advanced age, and, her hearing was probably no longer the best.
Millie, you see, was convinced she had heard German being spoken on the other side of that brick wall!
"Cheeky bugger, he must be a parachutist!" growled Millie as she clearly recalled the dark days of 1940 following Dunkirk.
Like all ladies of a certain age, Millie carried a quite large and severe looking black bag that held all manner of notes, cards, identification, cosmetics, and . . .
ah, yes, there it was . . . the original "Grenade, Hand, Anti-Tank, No. 74" she had been issued by the British Army when she served in the Home Guard.
The news that evening carried a startling story of a forgotten Second World War munition that had detonated in a small village in central England. A migrant from Lithuania was injured, and an elderly woman blown over by the blast, which also shattered the windows of a nearby house. All in all, the unexploded ordnance specialists concluded that the incident could have been much worse. Aunt Millie was escorted home. Later that evening, her granddaughter noticed her sitting in the garden with a pitchfork. When asked why, she would only ask "you don't really think he was the only one, do you?!"
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So there's your story, Fin.
Cheers
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