That's your great uncle Armstrong Siddeley Cheetah, a.k.a. Cheetah X, that powered up the allies' aircraft in England during WWII. Spoiler
Need more bourbon. I'll just throw out the: are you ****ing kidding? Not so bad as the laters.... This is what directly led to WWII.
Not "evil" but they sure started the ****ing thing....which started the next thing...which started the Cold War... So **** those guys.
You gonna throw away this friendship over a little bit of schnitzel baby? I must admit, I do speak a Germanic language, as shocking as it may seem.
Surely Great-Uncle Cheetah X wasn't born war machine. But if the country calls you to war, you answer, which was what he did. Doubting WWII ever happen is no way to behave for X's great-nephew. Don't be a disgrace to the family.
Ok, I’ll back up and say that I do like German food, it’s just not something I regularly pay for. I did win the sausage eating contest at Oktoberfest last year. You guys are the best at making classic beer. And you will always have your stoicism. And that ain’t bad.
Surprised I missed this thread. In honor of my Grandpa, I would like to tell his story. My understanding is he was a Navy man stationed on a naval vessel in the Philippines...albeit I couldn't tell you what boat it was. I know he used to box in the Navy for sport. I have a picture of him wearing his gloves in a fighter pose from those days. Anyway, my understanding is his ship was hit and he had to go ashore. After becoming a land-based fighter, he endured fighting off the invasion of the islands by the Japanese. And, my understanding is some of this was close proximity fighting. But, the Japanese were too many and they were captured at a place called Monkey Point on the island of Corregidor. He then had to endure the infamous Bataan death march to a POW camp...a brutal walk of approximately 70 miles consisting of around 70k troops...under the Imperial Japanese Army's brutality. He then spent approximately four years in a POW camp where he lost 100 pounds and basically survived on a small bowl of rice a day. His story was brought home to me when I was watching a WWII documentary on television about the Philippines in particular. If you know your history, then you know that General MacArthur...who escaped the islands when the Japanese invaded...vowed to return to free his men. He did just that when he returned to liberate the POWs. And, in this documentary, there was my Grandpa just after being liberated standing there next to MacArthur thin as a toothpick shaking his hand. A very brief exchange forever captured on film.
