Originally Posted by Trooper117
And there was Jerry thinking ''Our job is done, we are going home... Hans, is there any coffee left?''
Moving up behind however is a nasty surprise...

It certainly was Troop, there was no coffee for ze germans that day pal winkngrin

They shall grow not old, as we that are left grow old:
Age shall not weary them, nor the years condemn.
At the going down of the sun and in the morning
We will remember them.