The Hun were crafty buggers and had invented a dirigeable aircraft called a Zeppelin. But, having no stomach for war, had abandoned it in a hangar. Pinky, full of his usual bravado and alsatian beer, decided he would pilot the craft around the field, with his men hanging on to the guide ropes and various tethers. All went well until several gusts of wind blew him off course. Pinky, seeing his fate before him, decided to abandon ship, his men releasing the tethers and running for fear of being crushed by the monstruous beast. As Pinky dropped from the aircraft, his foot become entwined in one of the ropes and he was hoisted aloft, flailing and shouting, his little fat face tomato red...oh how we laughed.
The storm finally arrived and we retired to the shelter of the hangar which provided us with an excellent view of Pinkys predicament, I believe he was struck by lightening several times....
The Colonel
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