tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2814819843269246078.post5343036445566221749..comments2023-12-30T01:23:38.125-08:00Comments on Riddled: Hitler's on the phone from BerlinHamish Mackhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18079552635307235197noreply@blogger.comBlogger4125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2814819843269246078.post-82416856290632081312010-08-02T22:00:01.799-07:002010-08-02T22:00:01.799-07:00It's actually pretty amazing. Because the EXA...It's actually pretty amazing. Because the EXACT SAME thing happened to me in 1970. See, there was this Belgian, Pierre. Smoked these godawful cigarettes that sizzled and popped and threw sparks and if you spend any time with Pierre you're clothes had nasty little holes burned in them from these cheap ass smokes. Fucker.<br /><br />Thing is, the little frog bastard could find NVA artillery. Guns, mortars, Katayushas, just about anything they could throw uprange, he could find, just by closing his eyes and concentrating, then looking down at a map and quickly marking it.<br /><br />So we're on this pretty decent road north of Pleiku, Pierre and me and Sergeant Givens, when all of sudden the foul cheroot pops out of his mouth and he falls on his knees. He starts gibbering, all this nonsense in six different languages. Hell. I unfolded a map and placed it on the red dirt road in front of him. He pointed emphatically at this little valley eight klicks from our pos. <br /><br />Fine. We were in the shadow of Firebase Fox, and within range of the 8 inchers at battalion, so I called in a fire mission and we started walking up the road.<br /><br />It took us an hour to reach that little valley, and by the time we got there the fires had burned themselves out. Sixteen hooches were ripped to shreds, and based on the random arrangement of the severed arms and legs there had been thirty some civilians living there. Now? Now nothing lived there.<br /><br />I took out my .32 revolver and pointed it at Pierre, but before I could even think about pulling the trigger Sergeant Givens took out his entrenching tool and beat that Belgian fraud to death hard and fast right there in the road. We turned around and left that valley with nothing but its dead, and we carried with us the important lesson that most people can't do what they say they can...mikeyhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/13057701313718589322noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2814819843269246078.post-79977090837059897562010-08-02T21:20:43.790-07:002010-08-02T21:20:43.790-07:00HA HA another person falls into the trap of trying...HA HA another person falls into the trap of trying to reconstruct M. C. Escher's home-improvement photographs.Smut Clydehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/09409476490132867809noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2814819843269246078.post-43890443022736442662010-08-02T20:48:51.201-07:002010-08-02T20:48:51.201-07:00How Hitler inverted the Force in a bid to conquer ...<i>How Hitler inverted the Force in a bid to conquer the world. Fascinating reading. Photographs</i><br /><br />I hope that there are step-by-step instructions. Making a staircase with only photos DOES NOT WORK.Hamish Mackhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/18079552635307235197noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2814819843269246078.post-31322205708115585622010-08-02T20:40:30.992-07:002010-08-02T20:40:30.992-07:00It's about a mustache....
Hee hee. And y...It's about a mustache....<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />Hee hee. And you thought I wasn't paying attention....mikeyhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/13057701313718589322noreply@blogger.com