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Wraggles To The Rescue!
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Squadron Leader Bruce Phlebas, of the Royal Australian Air Force, was the only pilot outside his own squadron that Wraggles trusted with his life. He sat at the controls of an RAF DC-3, his co-pilot and fellow Australian Eric Pilus beside him, and headed into German-held territory. Outside, it was a pitch dark, moonless night. His task was to accurately drop four parachutists into the care of some waiting resistance fighters.
“This is madness!” grumbled Pilus. “How are you even going to get them into the right country, mate?”
“You worry too much, trust me, we’ll drop them right on top of their friends!” Phlebas had carried out more of these runs than Pilus had had cold beers, he told him.
“Black, black as hell!”
“Keep looking.”
“Darker than a nun’s cu….wait!”
“Got it!”
The tiniest flicker from far below, long, short, short, long, a morse ‘X’.
Phlebas altered course slightly. “Red on” he ordered.
Pilus flicked a switch. “Red on!”
The machine droned on. There were no more signals from below, but the expert Phlebas had memorised its position perfectly.
“Green on!”
Behind the receding DC-3, four parachutes opened and drifted downwards.
“This is madness!” grumbled Pilus. “How are you even going to get them into the right country, mate?”
“You worry too much, trust me, we’ll drop them right on top of their friends!” Phlebas had carried out more of these runs than Pilus had had cold beers, he told him.
“Black, black as hell!”
“Keep looking.”
“Darker than a nun’s cu….wait!”
“Got it!”
The tiniest flicker from far below, long, short, short, long, a morse ‘X’.
Phlebas altered course slightly. “Red on” he ordered.
Pilus flicked a switch. “Red on!”
The machine droned on. There were no more signals from below, but the expert Phlebas had memorised its position perfectly.
“Green on!”
Behind the receding DC-3, four parachutes opened and drifted downwards.
I am ready ... I trained for this ... first in my class in WAAF Flight Officer basics ...
Geronimo! Watch out below!
windar
Teller of Tales
You know what the temperature is at 10,000 feet? Your tight little will be frozen solid before you hit the ground.
windar
Teller of Tales
It was in the training manual (fine print of course)Oh Shit ... why didn't you tell me that before I jumped?
messaline
Crucified Amazon
Yes, viewing how it's turning, I'll certainly more trust my squirrel ! He'll come in his "petite auto" (little car) !
messaline
Crucified Amazon
Four ??!! Who are the two others ???
The parachutists are Wraggles, Algy Slave, Ginger Windar, and Barb Worralson.
We're coming to
The parachutists are Wraggles, Algy Slave, Ginger Windar, and Barb Worralson.
We're coming tosee yourescue you, Messaline!
How lucky can you get Messa?
Loxuru
Graf von Kreuzigung
Some way to scare the German Army!
But you left your Sten gun in the plane!
I am hoping the will be laughing so hard, or staring so hard, that they will forget to shoot. 
messaline
Crucified Amazon
But you left your Sten gun in the plane!
But I hope that you'were thinking of pinchers to get out my nails ...
Loxuru
Graf von Kreuzigung
windar
Teller of Tales
The parachutists are Wraggles, Algy Slave, Ginger Windar, and Barb Worralson.
We're coming tosee yourescue you, Messaline!
Wait just a doggone minute. I jumped out of a plane? Now I know this is a fairy tale...
messaline
Crucified Amazon
RacingRodent
Consul
So not only am I the only one who does not need to worry if someone packed my parachute correctly
But I am also the only one to recall that the Lysander is designed to land behind enemy lines
But I am also the only one to recall that the Lysander is designed to land behind enemy lines