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of Britain German
Diet á la Carte You just book it, they will cook it! Some people in Great Britain
revel in the charm of
World War II and re-enactments at Hop Farm. For them it seems to be an elevating
sight to closely watch the British
and the Germans fight, when their tough soldiers in
their frightening Cruiser tanks break
massively through German lines and crush their ranks. They love when allies carry
out an air attack while
Germans viciously respond with their ack-ack. But what all young and old
spectators really like is when their own brave
forces launch their final strike, and everybody is
particularly merry each
time their valiant boys knock out a nasty Jerry. ...
Of
late a government official had been caught when
he just inadvertently expressed the thought that
shows like these and dedicated re-enactors could
be regarded as containing crucial factors to
stabilise their modern multiracial nation at times of economic crises
and frustration. This
rather strange, odd view was very much contested but
staunch Conservatives agreed it
should be tested, ... This
government official then explained at length what it would really take to
build up Britain’s strength. He
said their nation urgently would need a threat that put its loyal subjects in a
real cold sweat. He
also argued that to heal their social rift one
would have to employ some experts with the gift to
thoroughly instill the fear into the Brits that they had once experienced
throughout the Blitz. And
for this job – the Cabinet had to admit – only the Germans were considered
to be fit. ... Some
very secret consultations went ahead within
Berlin where British politicians tread upon
politically extremely dangerous ground in
the true hope that their great efforts would be crowned by
setting up some proper re-enactment shows right in the
very heartland of their former foes. ... Then
after more top secret talks it was agreed that Britain’s most unusual
project could proceed. They
planned to set the first true re-enactment camp into
a dark, dense forest that was cold and
damp, so
that it made the mollycoddled Britons wince and hope to be released by some
good fairy prince. ... Just
shortly after - on the predetermined day - the joyful British voyagers got
on their way. Some
older boys, who’d joined this jolly travelling party to
reminisce about the war, looked hale and hearty, and
when the fleet of coaches had been set in motion it seemed that they were truly
driven by emotion. The
British really started to enjoy
their ride while
passing though some pleasant German countryside where
buxom German Fräuleins
met with cheerful shouts when
suddenly some passengers expressed first doubts because
their coaches left the proper country road and drove into a forest with
their human load. A
chap just joked: “The driver’s made a
slight mistake!” while others
thought that they were stopping for a break. Their
fellow-travellers could not believe their eyes when they - to
their astonishment and great surprise - were spotting
through some thorny hedges of thick briar tall towers close
behind high fences of barbed wire. The
British tourists ended up inside that camp where they were
gruffly greeted near a wooden ramp. Each
group was introduced and handed to its warders and instantly expected to obey
their orders. They
goose-stepped all the members of that British group to tiny khaki tents, no bigger
than a coop. ... The Literary Battle
of Britain All rights reserved. A pretty bizarre satirical story of 35
verses, which finally turns out to produce a happy ending for the British nation but which
leave the British Government in a bit of a predicament. |
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