Startling Update
I have it on the very best authority that there was a sighting of a very young Ken Williams at the the Stork Hotel in Liverpool in 1942.
This startling revelation makes it now quite indisputable that Ken was actually in existence before his much publicised war service. š
This will finally put a stop to all those rumours that Ken did not actually exist in 1942 and that he is actually a product of the late Douglas Bader’s imagination which is being channelled from beyond the grave by a regular contributor to this site.
I am also please to announce that following urgent consultation with my Navaho spirit guide Manfred von Richthofen I have stopped taking my medication. š®
OK, one more to help Herr Oberst !!
That’s ‘is bleedin’ tin leg sir!!!! š
Seriously I suspect the numbers 109 may mean something.
So…is/was Douglas Bader’s Spitfire under that lake? Well…some of the Bader team have now been back to France to investigate certain underwater locations in the vicinity. Watch this thread for some interesting discoveries and photographs later today……! Andy Saunders
Well I hope you find it – you’ve certainly put a lot of work into it mate š
Its useful to have an archaeologists viewpoint, of course, but I am sure the Netherlands Mountain Rescue Service will shortly find the wreckage and then the sarky-ologists can get out their anoraks and shovels and give us their valued opinion!! :diablo: Andy Saunders
Are they equipped with crampons or step ladders? š
Well anything is possible – friendly fire was often more deadly than enemy fire.
However I am now waiting to hear that in fact his tail was shot off, and that both he and N!gger were seen in a certain hostelry in Liverpool in 1945 on VE night throwing down copious quantities of lager. This then led to both of them becoming ‘legless’ in the traditional manner of 99.999% of aircrew. š
I just find it a little odd that a pilot of his experience and instinct for survival would play silly ******s with flak batteries.
With the price of fuel the way it is, that’s how airline accountants see all passenger jets.
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Nope, I’m wrong! It IS the Vulcan. Well done!! š
The windows in this link are precise; http://www.imperial-airways.com/Vickers_61-74_vulcan.html
Thanks for the research work!
G’day š
Nothing more than the product of a miss spent youth eagerly devouring Putnam Publications.
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I suspect it is the Vickers Vulcan – c/n 7 was trialled by QANTAS.
After some deep consideration and reflection on this matter which IMHO rivals the recent atomic test in Nth Korea in its possible efect on world peace I feel that we actually have two major issues concerning perjorative expressions.
1. Nigger – that has been discussed at length and we are all, I believe, united in condemning the use of it as a name for Guy Gibson’s dog, which leads us to the second issue –
2. dog – now this term is commonly used to express the that an item is inherently faulty or badly made e.g. “this car is a real dog”.
So in real terms we have the unfortunate confluence of two nouns which could have the effect of offending half the people on the planet, most domestic pets and frightening small children and the very sensitive among us.
Accordingly in the interests of world peace and attempting to bring some sanity to the matter I suggest that Guy Gibson’s dog Nigger be replaced by a cat called Tiddles. This could be played by a ginger tom. Ginger toms are well liked, and if neutered they are racially neutral and no one to my knowledge dislikes redheads. Certainly there is no history of racial epithets directed at them.
The only sacrifice to historical reality would be that the Flight Sergeant would be asked to clean his litter tray when the raid starts, and as the Moehne dam is breached, “Tiddles” would flash across the ether.
We have some slight historic precedence for this move because a great fighter pilot was named “Ginger” Lacey.
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Perhaps we need someone to post saying that they saw N!gger alive and well in a hotel in Liverpool in 1944. They might also say that they helped him open his can of dog food.
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So there you have it, the word should be replaced by either :-
n*gg*r, n**ger, nāā, the N-word or or simply “the less-refined word for black people.”
Gibson, “send out the less-refined code word for black people for breaching the dam” š
How about –
“Dambusters all work on the de Moehne Dam
Dambusters all work ’til de Judgement Day”
“Sir, your dog is dead”
“Sir, they’ve done it, they’vre breached the dam!”
No need at all to mention the dogs name if Nigger is so unpalatable to rug-munching / ****-pounding cretinous ******s without proper jobs.
Or how about –
“Sir ! We missed the Moehne Dam but killed your dog instead. One thing I got to say Sir is that you should have never trained him to retrieve bouncing balls” š
Or how about –
It’s a white Labrador and we call him Honky.
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I think I will go now.
I will say this until I am black in the face š
Call the dog “Boy” – just imagine the explosion of horror when Gibson is wandering looking for “N!gger” calling out “Boy”. :diablo:
In fact why not call the movie “Dambusters – The Black and White Minstrel Show”. I can see Bomber Harris as Mr Interlocutor. Barnes Wallis in blackface doing a tap dance and a rousing chorus of “Way Down Upon the Moehne Dam”. š
I could go on but I won’t.
Rudel the famed Luftwaffe Stuka ace lost one leg and returned to flying. Unfortunately he went on after the war as a committed Nazi and was very prominent in the post-war neo-Nazi movement.
I had you more as Harrison Ford or Stewart Grainger…! š
Harrison Ford – I have always admired the way he dealt with the sword wielding bandit in Raiders of the Lost Ark. A revolver beats a sword any day.
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