[Curval]

He is gonna catch her in an uncompromising position with that pilot she was dating before. Fighter pilots are studs.

[bookworm_020]

Post that fly boy to the Russian Front!

I think she's has to worry about some american paratrooper trying to drop in on her!

[Kpt. Lehmann]

Mr. deBunsen,

Is your PM box full? I am attempting to reply to your PM.

[Laughing Swordfish]

Kpt Lehmann, I have eventually received your PM, thanks, but I think my reply might have failed ?

LS

[Laughing Swordfish]

I clamber into the soft leather front seat and immediately the car is pulling away.

"Here we go, Sir!" and off we roared.

The driver turned to face me.

I'd seen some sights on the last mission but this was a shock so close.

His face was neatly divided in half by two scars, not those cosmetic, neat duelling scars that the Prussian officers give each other, but two deep almost parallel diagonal wounds running from his right eyebrow across a broken nose to the left corner of his lip.

He noticed my look

"..oh that , Sir, a bit of bayonet fighting around Eben Emael, when I was with the 4th. That big Frenchie and me both ran out of ammunition in the tunnel. He went for the face...and I went for the chest."

"Range of 2 centimetres, Sir, not kilometres"

"The rest of the lads will be tearing up Russia by now, while I'm here on coastal duties.

I had nothing to say as this gefreiter expertly shook out two English 'Victory' cigarettes from his pack, lit them both and passed one to me.

I was warned once never to mix it with the infantry, back at Kiel.

Besides I liked his style.

"What's your name, Driver?"

"I'm Paul, Sir."

No rank, no surname, this guy could almost be a u-boat man.

Well I'm..

"Rollie, Sir. Everyone calls you that at base. You're the U-46 just in, the girls all listen out for you all. And I hear everything.."

Lt de Bunsen, U-46

[Laughing Swordfish]

I suppose you boys have quite a tale to tell...

The Driver looked at me sourly.
He steered expertly around a corner and turned across to me.

"We did ok, Sir"

In three weeks they had sent the enemy running

Paul had clearly got to grips with the Frenchiies and his facial scars spoke of some sort of military argument. He caught my look again.

"It wasn't all fun and games, sir.


LS

[Laughing Swordfish]

I suppose you boys have quite a tale to tell...

The Driver looked at me sourly.
He steered expertly around a corner and turned across to me.

"We did ok, Sir"

In three weeks they had sent the enemy running

Paul had clearly got to grips with the Frenchiies and his facial scars spoke of some sort of military argument. He caught my look again.

"It wasn't all fun and games, sir.


LS

[bookworm_020]

Has the captain gone on extented leave???

As long as he doesn't go AWOL for too long the brass and fanclub won't mind

[Laughing Swordfish]

Paul flipped his cigarette butt out of the window, having lit another one from the glowing ember.

Unheard of behaviour for a private soldier driving a staff car.

The next thing he'll be offering me a damned drink!

..."Care for a toot of proper German schnapps, Sir?"

The insolent landser was offering me a hipflask with one hand as he took a sharp bend at speed with the other.

Despite myself I smiled, but there were limits, and besides I was suddenly very tired.

"Not just now, I'm going to catch a quick nap. Old Uncle Karl certainly knows how to put away the vodka" I mumbled.

"Hah!" Paul turned at me and gave me a broad grin. It was terrifying. With those scars it looked like his face was splitting open like a baked potato.

"Water, Sir"

"What..?"

"The Admiral was drinking water from a different old vodka bottle. He's done that to the last three skippers who've come in, so the girls tell me. At least you made it to the car on your own Sir!"

I gaped dumbfounded, and then joined in his laughter.

"Get some sleep, Sir, I'll wake you up when we're nearly there..."

Lt de Bunsen, U-46