Folks,

Dux:

After so many more coinkidinkies of the past, I must say that there seems to be some sort of ESP or subliminal projection going on between us. Too bad we cannot also contact the missing SNAFU in this remarkable way or converse with C51 whose wireless connection is failing him. If only we could just get into the head of one of those secretive chaps who control the lottery....

That kit sounds interesting if rather too large to be built on the dining room table without risking imbuing the wrath of SWMNBN. I certainly miss my 12 foot long work bench that still stands moldering at the old place from whence we moved but a year ago last Sunday. There is some recent hope to get that moved over here. If so, I might start working on that huge F4U kit that has been waiting for so many years or the wooden Golden Hind kit that is still in the box. I also have a smaller model of a Viking long ship that could easily be built in the house if I mustered the interest. I even have a 12" metal model Dusenberg still in the box.

My son and I used to build model rockets. We built one that had a camera on it. That was a lot of fun 25 years ago. I believe there are aircraft kits available today that can be built to a strength that allows them to carry small video cameras. That would be great fun. I can imagine flying one of those along side a large gaggle of migrating Canadian geese in vee formation.

LMK when the kit arrives. Or perhaps I will know anyway?

Folks,

74 sqrdn with me attending met 8 unfriendlies at angles 12 just 7 miles North of Redhill. It was a rip roaring furball that brought us down to grass level over Kenly where I had the honor of dropping one right on their field Blue Max style and another from higher altitude trying to get away fell a mile or two away. I have yet to receive so much as a thank you.

Dux why don't we ask for an engine check tomorrow and drop in on those thoughtless chaps, I'd at least like a souvenir for our mess.

JRT,

Drop in on Bader's territory and admonish them for failing to appreciate our endeavours?!

A serious de-bagging and tar and feathering is sure to be the result of such a suicidal incursion. C51 never got his best-blue trousers back off the flagpole when he went there on a 'friendly' visit...
No - far better if we send Olga.

However, congrats on your 'double'.

Folks,

Dux:

OK. Perhaps I was a trifle hasty, I had forgotten about C51. It has always been my opinion that one HWH chap was worth any three of any other sqdrn. in any scrap. On reflection and thinking more realistically, if one takes the number of combatants available (even those with less than two legs) at Kenly and then divides that number by 3 there would still be a rather daunting advantage on their side.... Olga it is then, and may Providence have mercy on their souls.

Thank you for your congratulations. Through trial and mostly error I have finally determined that it is much more fun to maneuver onto the Hun's six and blast away at his tail rather than having it the other way 'round. I may however miss that panoramic view from the silk elevator, but not much.

Gents,

JRT,

I thought you would agree. Just what had you got in mind? An MG17, rudder, compass, joystick, a few rounds of MG FF ammo or a throttle control lever perhaps? With luck, maybe a packet of stogies if you managed to bag AG - what!

Olga was duly chosen to...well, actually, she immediately demanded the keys to SNAFU's Bentley and sped off towards Kenley while towing that string of bean cans which had been fixed to the tailpipe as an early warning device should any unauthorised persons attempt to take the said vehicle.

I am sure she intends to spend the night there because she packed Drubbins' horsewhip and her Soviet Heroines Bridal Ensemble which she purchased by mail order from the 1939 Politburo Fashion Catalogue Kiev Tractor Factory Edition after an inebriated C51 rashly promised to marry her in order to pay off a gambling debt. I wonder which poor sod will be struggling to undo her wire-reinforced stays?

Folks,

Dux:

Yes, when it is my tender ass that is on the line I tend to favor any suggestion that might remove it from danger. I am willing to take the credit but somehow I doubt that it was the stogie puffing Galland that I bagged. It might have been one of his brothers but I doubt that too. Most likely it was some poorly trained, jilted conscript bent upon punching his ticket to Valhalla a few years early.

IMHO those cans all in a tangle and bouncing loudly behind that long, black car will not give them enough warning. Even if we got on the blower and warned them personally it would make little difference now that Olga's blood is up. In hunting mode she is unstoppable.

What would I like? I would prefer a nice cutting off the tail that includes any kill ticks and the swastika, somewhat like Bruno Staukel did in the Blue Max. If there are a lot of hash marks on the tail then the pilot's scalp might also be a nice souvenir though it would be somewhat too grizzly for the mess.

Folks,

I have some very good tidings for a change. No, Olga has not taken a much needed bath. No, SNAFU has not returned from the Channel mists into which he disappeared. No, Dux has not found quite enough charity in his heart to allow him to share that bottle of Napoleon Brandy he has stashed safely away. No, MG has not found the Danish equivalent to the remarkably long English word supercalifragilisticexpialidocious.

The good news is that C51 has finally, once and for all, cured his Internet connection problem thus allowing him to visit us here as often as he wishes. Someone alert Olga. I want C51's return to be unforgettable... and nothing I know of is more unforgettable (for those who survive) than Olga's welcoming embrace. Oh, and Dux do see that she has been properly coiffured and her face shaved. There's a good lad.

Happy Day for me Gentlemen,
the internet folks have managed to roll a cable up to my igloo, so if the sled dogs dont chew though it before the snow covers it up, I am here to stay.

Hmmm... I don't seem to recall that offer of marriage to Olga, but then again I don't remember the debt either. It seems I should be even more grateful than I am already.

"Undo her wire-reinforced stays?" the carnage! what a disturbing image you have left in my mind's eye. You have not lost your literary razor-sharp wit.

Unforgetable in conjunction with Olga does not conjur up quite the same mood as the Nat Cole version. Funny how a word can lose its lustre so quickly.

Thanks for the welcome JRT

Folks,

C51:

Welcome home. Considering your heroic appetite for strong drink, I'd venture to guess that you have forgotten many more things. I believe that I have as well. We do not even need to consider all the little gray cells Dux has managed to kill off in just the past several days. It is for that reason, and for his own good that I beg you to remember where Dux has stashed that brandy. Before you went away you were in possession of that desirable secret. Think hard, it is for his own good.

Good Day Lads,

JRT, for the life of me I can't reem to secall what Dux did with that brattle of bondy. Perhaps a crop of the draythur will refrench the mammory. Anyding for Old Thux.