It's the time of the year, folks. Tomorrow, I will be spirited away to Fort Lorne, in which I will engage in long-distance fitness, intellectualisation (
Thomas Paine, bitches!), cleaning and repairing my barely-functioning
Vickers, learning stealth and diversionary tactics, and earning a well-earned brake from the front line.
Anyway, I'd like to show a few photos/paintings of my one and only.
And these...
...are the bastards I'm repairing. I'm still on my first guns, and
this is how they repay me. Charlie's gone through 11 sets since his first
Pup. If he wasn't winning us the war, I'd shoot down that bloody Haig.
2 comments:
Your blog keeps getting better and better! Your older articles are not as good as newer ones you have a lot more creativity and originality now keep it up!
Thanks, Anon. I've looked back over some of my early stuff, and I'm finding it quite difficult not to rewrite every post I've done. You should start a blog (although you may need to change your moniker).
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