But!
Where is the chitter? I wonder how in hell that worked?
Sure, it’s fun to think of bombing the bad guys with your own ordnance (if ya catch my drift)
but what’re the logistics?
If I’m a waist gunner and I’m doing my business when
the Messerschitts are diving on us at 9:00….?
“Filthie! For the love of gawd!!! Get on that gun before we get shredded!!!”
“I’m shitting in the Rhine! Send TP….”
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