Brag
01-22-08, 01:31 PM
Kptlt. J.S. Balz writes:
Lorient 04 November 1940
Dear Mutti,
My pleasant summer in Brittany is finished. Time for taking my brand new U-124 into the fight against the malignant Mr. Churchill and his minions. I am sailing tomorrow and the people in the Vaterland can sleep in peace knowing that the Great Balz is out there driving the British Empire to its grave.
I like this new, larger boat. It has better acoustics than a type VII and I can have a larger choir.
For the main part, I had a good summer, except for the bloody speeches. That fool Churchill: What is it with him? Fighting on the beaches, pfuy! Doesn't he know that beaches are for relaxation? For watching sunsets and cooking wurst on a bonfire?
Then, we have Roosevelt. What's this Arsenal for Democracy? Why not Manchester United for Democracy? I ask, why, why.
To make things worse, that Frenchman De Gaul started making speeches too! Thus taking more of my time.
Thanks very much for the lead foil lined tea cozy. When I wear it, the voices stop. Including those of the Martians.
Your wonderful son,
Kptlt. Johan Sebastian Balz.
Lorient 04 November 1940
Dear Mutti,
My pleasant summer in Brittany is finished. Time for taking my brand new U-124 into the fight against the malignant Mr. Churchill and his minions. I am sailing tomorrow and the people in the Vaterland can sleep in peace knowing that the Great Balz is out there driving the British Empire to its grave.
I like this new, larger boat. It has better acoustics than a type VII and I can have a larger choir.
For the main part, I had a good summer, except for the bloody speeches. That fool Churchill: What is it with him? Fighting on the beaches, pfuy! Doesn't he know that beaches are for relaxation? For watching sunsets and cooking wurst on a bonfire?
Then, we have Roosevelt. What's this Arsenal for Democracy? Why not Manchester United for Democracy? I ask, why, why.
To make things worse, that Frenchman De Gaul started making speeches too! Thus taking more of my time.
Thanks very much for the lead foil lined tea cozy. When I wear it, the voices stop. Including those of the Martians.
Your wonderful son,
Kptlt. Johan Sebastian Balz.