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Edwin Rommel
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posted 10-17-2002 01:00 AM     Profile for Edwin Rommel   Author's Homepage     Send New Private Message   Edit/Delete Post   Reply With Quote
Hehehehehehe- Guten Morgen!

Near the Tommie lines, the venerable Shultz creeps up behind a frustrated looking pilot and a Mechanic trying to open a letter box with a can opener. He carefully inflates the brown paper bag in his hand and creeps up behind the duo


BANG!!!!!!!!!!!!

Hehehehehehe--- RUN SHULTZ!!!!

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Feldmarschall Edwin Rommel
Zhose who live by zhe sword...... get shot by zhose vho don't.


Posts: 4399 | From: Dusty Oasis, Nord Afrika | Registered: Sep 1999  |  IP: Logged
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posted 10-17-2002 02:10 AM       Edit/Delete Post   Reply With Quote
The moment transcended language; in that instant, Pole and Englisman shared a primeval commonality of thought.

"AAAAAAAAAAAAAARRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH-"

It could be that if some genius had walked by at that point, he could have realised the implications; communications taken back to its common root; perhaps, just perhaps, here was the beginning of a truly unversal instinctive language.

If such a language could be refined, the future of mankind could be far happier than his bloodied past.

But that trancendental moment passed when without prompting the large brown-paper parcel marked "FRAGILE" slid out of the letterbox and hit the ground with a thump. one corner split, and an unfused Mk.82 rolled across the floor to end at stag's foot with an ungentle bump.

Passed, but not yet. Stag and Wierzbicki stopped screaming, but as one unified mind their eyes narrowed to hostile slits, and met in dangerous agreement.

Without a word, Wierzbicki picked up the butter-knife and started work on the hairy string wrapped around the package.

Morning!


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Rodger Bilko
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posted 10-17-2002 04:37 AM     Profile for Rodger Bilko   Author's Homepage     Send New Private Message   Edit/Delete Post   Reply With Quote
Indeed.

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"Thingmies? We don't need no stinking Thingmies"

Bilko's HQ


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posted 10-17-2002 06:19 AM     Profile for Admin   Author's Homepage     Send New Private Message   Edit/Delete Post   Reply With Quote
~morning~

'nother day in the neighborhood. Shaping up to be a pretty nice day. 18C predicted.

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Canuck
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posted 10-17-2002 06:24 AM       Edit/Delete Post   Reply With Quote
HIDY HO good friends!
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Bismarck
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posted 10-17-2002 06:27 AM     Profile for Bismarck   Author's Homepage     Send New Private Message   Edit/Delete Post   Reply With Quote
Morning. Snow here.
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posted 10-17-2002 06:49 AM       Edit/Delete Post   Reply With Quote
"Hey Gunny?"

"Yeah Corporal."

"There's a German leaving the Brit lines in big hurry."

Gunny carefully placed his canteen cup full of coffee on an ammo can and slid behind the spotter scope. He watched the German run for a minute before deciding.

"Call Thunder, have 'em walk rounds from about 50 yards behind the runner and keep walkin them up behind. Don't want to kill him, but lets make sure he'll have to change his shorts. Then have Thunder lay 3 HE on the bunkers over there."

"Aye aye Gunny."

Mornin Yall.

68 degrees this mornin with a nice breeze of the ocean.


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Edwin Rommel
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posted 10-17-2002 08:00 AM     Profile for Edwin Rommel   Author's Homepage     Send New Private Message   Edit/Delete Post   Reply With Quote
Hehehehehe- A normal mornink zhen!!

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Feldmarschall Edwin Rommel
Zhose who live by zhe sword...... get shot by zhose vho don't.


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Sulla
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posted 10-17-2002 08:30 AM     Profile for Sulla   Author's Homepage     Send New Private Message   Edit/Delete Post   Reply With Quote
Mornin.

Drizzle. Cold.

Ohhh maaaann, it's only 2C.

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"What we do in life, echoes in Eternity"

"Strength and Honour"

"At my signal, unleash Hell"


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Donster
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posted 10-17-2002 09:19 AM     Profile for Donster   Author's Homepage     Send New Private Message   Edit/Delete Post   Reply With Quote
PFC Donster, chief cook, and laundry personnel of the camp, looks up from the big pot of instant scrambled eggs he is stirring with a boat oar. Half burnt cigar stuck in between his teeth, he laughs at
Stag and Wierzbicki run screaming one direction as some old Kraut goes running another. Then a frown comes over Donsters face as he notices Stag and Wierzbicki's fatigue pants are now looking a little wet and dark front and behind. "Awww damn! More work for me to do"! Donster takes his cigar from his mouth and flicks the one inch ash from its end into the eggs, and continues stirring. "Tonite, that crazy Kraut is gonna find a suprise in his hasenpfeffer!

Morning friends! Damp and cold. Set a record low yesterday of 25 degrees. Currently 39F and not gonna get much warmer.

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"Its a dog eat dog world out there, and I'm wearing Milkbone underwear!"


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Zhukov
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posted 10-17-2002 09:52 AM     Profile for Zhukov   Author's Homepage     Send New Private Message   Edit/Delete Post   Reply With Quote
Guten morgen kommen ze Grampzie zay 'Y'all' ?
Ze Scheiss Canal ist schonen zis morgen...mit der zunlight playink on ze waven. Perhapz ve schall zend zome Tommies in fur ein svim!


Z

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"Didja ever notice that guy who pulls out right in front of you, then slows down to 30? Then whenever you get to a passing zone, he speeds up... Then the double solids return, and he's back to 30. And keeps his left turn signal on the whole time? Hitler was much worse than that guy" -- overheard on plastic.com


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Spectre_USA
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posted 10-17-2002 12:51 PM       Edit/Delete Post   Reply With Quote
Spectre wakes with a start!

More of that infernal coffee muddening shelling? Nah, just some German running
away with a brown bag. Oh, but it seems to have dislodged the package!
Maybe I will get some stick time in this evening he thinks as he drifts back to sleep.

`Mornin' all!


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Edwin Rommel
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posted 10-17-2002 01:43 PM     Profile for Edwin Rommel   Author's Homepage     Send New Private Message   Edit/Delete Post   Reply With Quote
SHULTZ ZING MIT ME!!

VHE SHALL OVERKOMME !!!!

VHE SHALL OVERKOMME !!!!

Everybody zing mit uns-- und everbody schpeak GErmlish!!


JAAAAAAAAAAAAAA!!

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Feldmarschall Edwin Rommel
Zhose who live by zhe sword...... get shot by zhose vho don't.


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Donster
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posted 10-17-2002 02:37 PM     Profile for Donster   Author's Homepage     Send New Private Message   Edit/Delete Post   Reply With Quote
Private Donster lays back on his cot after the noon meal is over. Its 1400 hrs and he has time for a quick 15 minute break before he has to start preparing dinner for the troops. Chewing on his cigar, he hears a familer whistling getting closer and closer to his tent. Donster looks towards the tents entrance, and filling the sunlit opening a thin man with a walking stick appears.

"DONNIE! How yer doin' old chum of mine?" the figure asks as it enters the tent. "OH NOOOOO! Not Bilko!" Donster blurts as he rolls over and covers his head with his pillow. "Tis I! Your old chum Binky! Look what I got fer ya!" Donsters curiosity gets the best of him for a second and he looks at what Bilko has in his hand. "Took this picture this morn! Think we can make a few Pounds off it at Stags expense?

(Credit for photo goes to Rommel himself!)

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"Its a dog eat dog world out there, and I'm wearing Milkbone underwear!"


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cobraj
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posted 10-17-2002 08:16 PM     Profile for cobraj   Author's Homepage     Send New Private Message   Edit/Delete Post   Reply With Quote
Donnie my man that picture is Funny! sick..but funny

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cobraj
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posted 10-17-2002 08:29 PM     Profile for cobraj   Author's Homepage     Send New Private Message   Edit/Delete Post   Reply With Quote
Over across from the latrine, PFC Cobraj is on laundry detail again." This is the last time I listen to Bilko again he thinks to himself"..."Come on blinky says, They won't know we are gone to the bar in the village" sure..... Cobraj holds up a pair of shorts with an enormous stain in them... "Fricken Stag".. Fricken Bilko!

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"Remember..No man is a failure who has friends..."


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