I have my grandfather's silk map of the Rhineland
that was sewn into the lining of his jacket, replete with massive bloodstain from where his throat was cut, having parachuted behind enemy lines. There's a hand-drawn dotted line showing his planned route. It's fucking cool.
( Monty Boyce, My cheese game is strong, Fri 10 Jun 2011, 10:41, 2 replies, latest was 15 years ago)

That sounds very cool.
Just need Inglorious Basterds style scalp of Gerry.
(Set your faces to Stunned Bigly, Fri 10 Jun 2011, 10:50, Reply)

You have one-upped my mate there and no mistake
Edit: although his grandfather beats yours by not dying.
( The Light in Chains don't touch the Pope's boner, Fri 10 Jun 2011, 11:40, Reply)

Mine didn't die until 1990 or so.
He ended up being a general and following retirement, an accomplished landscape painter.
( Monty Boyce, My cheese game is strong, Fri 10 Jun 2011, 12:12, Reply)

Wait, he had his throat slit in '44 and lived till '90?
Or he was parachuting into the Rhineland in 1990 and got his throat slit?

Either way it's cool.
( The Light in Chains don't touch the Pope's boner, Fri 10 Jun 2011, 12:34, Reply)