
My awesome grandad flew in Wellingtons in the war. Damn, those shortages were terrible. Tell us about brilliant-stroke-rubbish grandparents.
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( , Thu 2 Jun 2011, 21:51)
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was a pilot for the polish army. Her dad still tells us stories of how they all used to fly pissed. Their favorite game was to fly as far into Czechoslovakian airspace as possible and get back without being shot down.
( , Thu 2 Jun 2011, 23:03, Reply)
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