Moustache Monday!

The statement stern. The look even more stern. The thin moustache even sterner still. Welcome back Moustache Monday!
Even though the flagrant forelock is highly questionable, there is little to deny the impression and importance of that trim moustache running in parallel to those dark eyebrows.
So stay there until the morning and consider your options while you wallow in your self-made confinement and consider the joys and wonderment that is Moustache Monday! 

Stuka Sunday!

How good is Stuka Sunday in colour?  Now this is special!

Sittin' around and havin' a laugh

Why should this lot be happy? Can't they see that things aren't going their way? Don't they know they're going to find themselves on the wrong side of history, forevermore to have their motivations questioned and their actions tossed about by revisionists? Or is it simply that they're happy because they're not at home ? You know how it goes..."I'm just stepping out to get some cigarettes...back soon dear". Or is it the company of men brings a certain relief? Is the fresh pine scented country air? Or is it that Germans are actually the (secret) happy people of Europe?

Americans and knees don't mix.

Americans appear to be such an untrusting lot. What is it in their national psyche that drives them in that direction? Is it because they can't differentiate between accents? Is it because as a non-miliatary short wearing peoples they are unable to grasp the concept of knees at war? Is it because the British are good at that kind of warrior presentation that Americans shun the idea? Or is it an extension of their origins in Puritanism? One thing that is for certain is that they appear to value suspicion.

Stuka Sunday

Even Stuka Sunday can have a bad day. Oh well, some days are up and some are down. Time to bale out and try again.

Denial will only hurt you

"He who does not like the Lysander does not like life itself or themselves", or so the old air mechanics would say. Truely beautiful words for a beautiful machine. The enemy can only shake their fists in futile rage. It is all they have when confronted by such beauty and their own self denial.

Stuka Sunday

Two times the trouble, on a Sunday? It must be time for Stuka Sunday, eh kameraden.

I Shall Scream...

One must be awfully polite to be a Lysander pilot. The brash or dull types (most often the one and the same) would self identify for other duties and embark on short but glorious careers. 
It takes the right sort of chap in ability, spirit, and temperament to fly the Lysander. Even those these qualities may not be self-evident to those who hold them, they speak volumes to those who recognise them.

Is he in heaven? Or is he in hell?

...those black helmeted Nazis seek him everywhere.
Surely the Scarlet Pimpernel is due a movie remake? A film of epic, though of subtle proportions made with an indomitable Lysander as protagonist. That would get the crowds cheering!  It would be far more pleasing cinema experience then yet another overworked view of Ironman or ceaseless iteration of Spiderman.
Sink me!
Where is that crowd funding page?

Stuka Sunday.

Stuka Sunday loves an easy target. If it shoots back it's not worth shooting at.