It takes two days to send an emergency signal? Why is the Leutnant steeped in shadow? How can an oaf be trustworthy? Is the Leutnant a yes man? Are the high command in Italy the right people to receive an emergency signal? Why not the high command in Germany? Is it really an emergency? Is two days really enough time? How can you say 'himmel' without an exclamation mark?
Strange things happen when men are forced together. Even stranger when large men produce large broom handles to terrify smaller men. There may be a simple misunderstanding about what 'funny' means. To some a reasonable explanation might not be enough given that emotions are highly charged. Perhaps if everybody kept their shirts on and broom handles at a respectable angle there might be less of an opportunity for mischief and mischance.
Doctors can be funny people. But not as funny as some of their patients. Asked to cough most people would just get on with it. Some however want to make with small talk at a critical juncture. What turns a normal person into someone who enjoys the uncomfortable encounter will remain a mystery for evermore.
Some people are overly blessed in the angled scone department. Squadron Leader Green is one who is greatly blessed. I imagine as a child the other children would have used his head as a set square during wood working classes. Not only is he bestowed with a head that won't roll away he also has enormous hands. Do the two run concurrently in his family or is he considered a freak? He's the kind of chap who would make sure that when he orders a cocktail it comes in an extra large glass. 
How many aircraft can you jam in one small area of the sky?The answer is of course 24 (or there about). However that doesn't look like nearly enough when you sit back and look at it properly. Looking at it another way...the attitude of Red Leader is absolutely correct. Being out numbered by 10 to 1 is really an opportunity to shoot down more of them before they shoot down all of you. Tally Ho! What! 
Awe. This is where others are left. Rough men, hard men, dirty men find themselves standing in it. Why? How? It is the mystery of the pipe. The pipe allows one man to walk alone, in shadow, without eyes - yet he sees all. What gentle smoke does waft forth that can make one man stand before so many? Even the fur collared cravat wearing types are challenged to providing a self satisfying answer. Others, the less well attired, are driven to stone cold muteness.Quiet intervention becomes surprise. Really no surprise when the mystery of the pipe is involved.
Sleeping in! It's all too much at times. But when the sun is there and all you've got is a few leaves to keep you away from the cancer bolts enunciating your displeasure might be your only option. Is it time to stand in the open or is it time to hide?
...to win the fight. Maud is fine example of 'punching above your weight'. All these fellows seem pretty happy that Maud is there to convey them from their current place to another place. No doubt a place that does not have dark skies and to a place where they can continue to grin. So from lurid evenings (by the way my interpretation of lurid would make me want to stay, but that's just me) to fierce beginnings the happy men on this little boat motor their way to a better future.
If you've ever met a man called Harry you'll understand that this illustration exemplifies every Harry you've ever met. They all appear to posses the same qualities; a keen eye, a steady hand, and an overwhelming understanding of how the world works. It's not an easy task to contemplate the world in this manner. Others are always trying to promote or remind everyone they meet that there are great calamities or even worse on the horizon. However as any Harry would know there's more to life than worrying about disasters either imagined or real.
Some people don't deserve command. Here is one such fellow. However I guess he's only as good as the people that he's managing. It appears that since initiative was neither fostered nor encouraged in this particular circumstance - it has become highly valued as it appears to be in considerable short supply. Concepts that you might consider simple, straight forward ideas for soldier types like, 'stop the prisoners escaping' or 'fire the gun' appear not to be known or valued or easily performed by the management and staff of this particular military establishment. Who will pick up the pieces after this incident is over? Is there really anyone to blame?
It is difficult to ascertain at first. He has one hand in control. The other cannot be seen. His attitude is reclined and given to some exhaustion. His facial expression is puzzling to say the least. Is he in agony or merely overwhelmed by the situation? This is the end of something. Something good? Something bad? We only know he will now slip into unconsciousness and sleep the sleep of sleeps. 
...men with guns kill people. If it's done properly that is. Sure people with problems shouldn't be allowed guns. Guns should only be in the hands of nice, mild mannered people who know how to handle them. Well balanced types who understand that firearms are for self defence only. Guns are tricky things at best and should therefore end up in the hands of those who have trick or two up their sleeves and little time on their hands to get up to mischief. Handled the wrong way who knows what trouble they may cause. Guns that is.
...a more apt description of Australians I have never heard before. Particularly now we're in the thick of the international rugby season and that the cricket isn't all that far away.
...this is the real reason the British won the Big One. Their people were simply better than the other people. Where others would be at the mercy of the circumstances they find themselves in, this fellow has ignored the consigning fates and decided to belt the opposition over the head with a sock filled with dirt. Not only does he have the temerity to come up with this idea he has the grace to glide silently to complete his task. Just remember there's very little that a shot down British pilot can't do. The war would have been over sooner if someone in authority had realised this and raised an army of pilots.
Yet another beautiful piece of work from Mr Kennedy. And yet another apology for my poor scanning skills. I would love to own something like this. Then again...who wouldn't?
If I bung on my worst Sir Larry accent I can make this panel sound like something from Shakespeare. Just think Henry V and give it a go. So man-up don the tights and strut upon life's stage. Try it and you'll see.
The 3rd installment of Tiger Tank Profile brings us a pair of Tigers from Air Ace Picture Library number 276, Komet's Prey, published in January 1966. These brutes appear to like nothing better than to trundle around finding upside down aircraft to shoot up. Needless to say the Tigers move very quickly from being vicious perpetrators to hapless targets.
People never understand how hard it is to be the boss. Finding good employees is always a constant struggle. Sometimes speaking to your staff in harsh tones is the only language they will understand. This is not being cruel. This is not being insensitive. This is love. This is understanding. So the next time your boss calls you an imbecile or something similar don't despair. Your boss is not questioning your mental capacity or your ability. Your boss only has your best interests at heart and only looking to bring out the best in you. So stop blaming your equipment and stop feeling sorry for yourself. Thank your boss for their sincerity and love.
I don't believe my scan of this panel does the original artwork any justice. Just look at that shading and detail! The way the ink hits the paper is just beautiful. I understand the artist is Ian Kennedy. Anybody who can make a ME 110 look this good is truly an artist and a genius. 
...and dream that I see little men with sticks. It is the strangest dream. It is like being in a dark foreboding version of the Willy Wonka factory. But I am not Willy Wonka. But in this dream the little men are still there. They do not sing. They do not dance. Yet they are earnest and involved in their activities. In this dream other people make me want to do things and say things I do not understand.
...are always undaunted. This is a fact. Have you ever met a Keith who was daunted? Sounds ridiculous. Because it is! Their choice of music may be under some suspicion of course, but that is a minor detail in the great scheme of things. When you're miles from where you should be with only one engine and whole countryside of people trying to stop you one thing is for certain. You're going to be in a much better position if you're travelling with a Keith.
...how are we going to find our way now? Regrettable as that is for the navigator and no doubt for the mission the plane will keep on flying. So Skipper what are you going to do? Perhaps problem solving and decision making would have been a whole lot easier if the flak fragment removed the aircraft from the war making paradigm instead of concentrating on limiting the options it gave to its only recipient. 
Blighters! They come in all shapes and sizes and from all different directions. They don't even have to belong to the opposition, blighters can be from your own side. Blighters tend to be benign except when try and impact on you in the form of a flaming aircraft headed in the wrong direction. Normally blighters don't just fall out of the sky, in this instance they come hurtling out of the sky in the form of a flaming Hurricane.
What ho? Heave ho? Gung ho?Skanky ho? Ho ho? Ho? These days ho left by itself is a disagreeable term. From what I can see from my limited corner of the earth I often come to the conclusion that the user of the word is usually far more objectionable than the subject. It is truly amazing how one short word has the power to define others and provide the user with a sense of entitlement.
There comes a time in every man's life when he must roll over and look for answers in his pillow. Some might find this difficult and it will interrupt their sleep delivering them nightmares from which they cannot escape. Others might find some comfort in this attitude but these fellows are few and far between. One thing is certain however, allowing yourself to dwell in such a manner will not only keep you awake at night it will also play havoc with you thinking straight during the daylight hours. Give it up man! Roll over and stare at the ceiling like the rest of us do. You may not like it this way but neither do the rest of us. So give it up man and be like the rest of us and rest.
It's only natural that error is a part of life. Things can go wrong, but all the time? When your mates are hitting the surf and all you can do is watch them from dunes then maybe, just maybe, the time has come to consider your options. 
It's all too easy to break in to a sweat these days. Just find a flat expanse, destination not required, apply some considerable effort and there you have it - running. Running can take many forms and requires little coherent thought. Even though there are those who may argue the opposite. Running on an overwrought brain surely cannot be good for your health. However running with imagination may lead to unexpected thoughts. Now there's an idea!
...I see the men all dressed in white. And they won't let my girlfriend talk to me... 
...can have a bad day.
Being a team is sometimes not an easy thing to be. In fact it can incredibly difficult. Thinking about what you should be doing and what your team mate should be doing is hard enough without someone else trying to kill you, let alone your own or one of your own team mates' mishaps leading to your own sorry end. 
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