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Wraggles To The Rescue!

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Loxuru said:
It is actually true that soldiers wearing enemy uniforms are protected by the Geneva Convention, as long as the fighting has not started yet.
But in this case, the fighting has already started, the moment that the six SS-men were killed, so the rescue team is no longer protected (Jolly, as a captured airmen, however, still is protected by the convention).
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No...the Germans had an unfortunate knifing experience while we were wearing our proper uniforms. There has been no incident of armed engagement subsequent to that. Stop lawyering for Schiller :p

There is at this time an unfortunate precedent set by the Americans (yes, thanks Yanks :spider:) but all I really wanted was delay :D
 
messaline said:
My " ticket de metro" was my pride after all !:rolleyes::D
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Napalm on the Landing Strip ...

That would really burn me up! :p

Brings new meaning to the phrase ... fire down below, doesn't it? :doh:
 
LittleSiss said:
Napalm on the Landing Strip ...

That would really burn me up! :p

Brings new meaning to the phrase ... fire down below, doesn't it? :doh:
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Oh why is Pp reminded of the old story about Pierre, a brave French fighter pilot, who takes his girlfriend, Marie, out for a pleasant little picnic by the River Seine.

It’s a beautiful day and love is in the air.
Marie leans over to Pierre and says, ‘Pierre, kiss me!’
Pierre grabs a bottle of Merlot and splashes it on Marie’s lips.
‘What are you doing, Pierre ?’ says the startled Marie.
‘I am Pierre, the French fighter pilot! When I have red meat, I have red wine!’
She smiles and they start kissing.
Things began to heat up a little and Marie says, ‘Pierre, kiss me lower.’
Our hero tears her blouse open, grabs a bottle of Chardonnay and pours it on her breasts.
‘Pierre! What are you doing now?’ asks the bewildered Marie.
‘I am Pierre, the French fighter pilot! When I have white meat, I have white wine!’
She giggles and they resume their passionate interlude: and things really steam up.
Marie leans close to his ear and whispers, ‘Pierre, kiss me much lower!’
Pierre rips off her underwear, grabs a bottle of Cognac and pours it in her lap.
He then strikes a match and lights the cognac on fire.
Marie shrieks and dives into the River Seine.
Standing waist deep, Marie throws her arms into the air and screams furiously, ‘PIERRE , WHAT DO YOU THINK YOU ARE DOING?’
Our ‘hero’ stands and says defiantly,

‘I am Pierre, the French fighter pilot! If I go down, I go down in flames!’

Messa and Ms Worrysome are no doubt preying our British aviators don't take up Pierre's cry :p
 
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