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Old March 11th, 2004, 05:38 PM
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Hans-Joachim (Hajo) Hermann lands his Bomber on a lone silent British Airfield (the one where the Dambusters Raiders are stationed at) He taxis his Bomber to a stop and throws the kill switch that operates his engines propellers.

Before the propellers come to a complete stop, Hajo opened one of the floor hatches and dropped through it with a thud. He tells his crewmen to stay with the Bomber to make sure some British Airmen do not steal it.

Hajo silently pulls out his Browning Hi-power .45 auto pistol, and checks to make sure a round of chambered, then re-holsters his weapon.

He was thinking that how amazing it was that no soldiers came to challenge him. As he silently slips away from his aircraft, he takes off and throws away his yellow lifejacket and his parachute.

Slowly Hajo makes his way around the various RAF aircraft parked along the field and near hangers. It is 2:33 AM and all is quiet except, for the raging party going on in the Officers Club -- which is located in a Quanset Hut at the end of the airfield.

Silently, Hajo makes his way to an area where there are about 200 55 Gallon drums of petrol--which he uses as cover to get nearer the O-Club. He stands in the darker shadows of the stacks of fuel drums and was about to move when, a hand reaches out and pats his right shoulder -- nearly making him jump out of his flight-suit in surprise.

The Cockney voice asked him: "Do ye have a light mate?" Hajo turned in a flash on his heels and sucker-punched the guard with an uppercut to his chin -- knocking him out cold.

Hajo then rubbed his fist because of the pain in hitting this British Gent's chin. His fist hurt badly and he feared that he had broken several tiny bones.

He reached down and pulled the unconscious soldier into the shadows of the fuel drums and then took out his scarf and tied it around the gent's mouth as well as used his handkerchief to bond his hands together with.

Hajo then made his way stealthily along the hanger building that was located next to the O-Club. He eyed some thick bushes located along the O-Club walls and which were close to the Clubs door.

He made a beeline to those bushes barely reaching them when the door opened and a very drunken pilot staggered out the door tripping over a loose board and falling face-flat on the ground--moaning.

This pilot took several agonizing minutes to stagger to his feet and he headed directly towards the bushes where Hajo was in hiding. This pilot then unbuttoned his trausers and decided to make a much needed nature call.

Hajo had to cover his face so that he did not get hit there. He was so ticked off--that he almost came out of the bushes to strangle that pilot.

His anger quickly subsided when he spotted the object of his mission. His object was making his way to a small tin shed. He entered the tin shed but did not close the door. The man lit a candle sitting on a tiny table and proceeded to gather a bottle of some booze and a glass, and proceeded to sit in the chair next to the table.

Hajo took this time to sneak up to this man's quarters and silently observed him for a few minutes--thinking of how easy it would have been to just walk right in and kill him.

The man was busy pouring another sifter of drink when all of a sudden, this figure burst in the door and closed it--aiming his .45 right at his face.

The man stammered: "Wh-wh-who are you a-and w-w-wh-what a-r-r- ye doing here?"

Hajo stammered in a whisper: "I'm here for YOU Herr Gibson."

"Wot!?"

"Im here for you Herr Gibson."

Guy Gibson was now fully composed and asked: "What do you want with me?" "You know that if you try to kill me that you will also be killed!"

"I know that Herr Gibson." "I came here to teach you a lesson."

Gibson: "Er, might I ask just whom ye are?"

Hajo: "I am Oberleutnant Hans-Joachim Hermann of the Deutshes Luftwaffe."

Gibson: "And?"

Hajo: "And I need to have a little chat with you Herr Gibson."

Gibson: "OK, but grab that stool next to me bunk and bring it here and there is an extra glass next to me bedstand."

Hajo reholsters his weapon and goes to get the chair and glass and then makes his way to the small table and sits opposite of Guy Gibson.

Guy then proceeds to pour a very generous helping of Cognac into Hajo's sifter and then re-fills his own sifter with a like amount.

They both heft their glasses to clink them together and at the sametime, they both put their glasses to their lips and start swallowing the warm firey liquid down their throats as their heads tilt backwards. They finish drinking at the sametime and put down their glasses.

Hajo: "Zat ist fine Cognac Herr Gibson." "Fine Cognac-danke."

Guy: "Please, call me Guy and you are quite welcome Herr Hermann." he said with a grin.

Hajo: "Guy, I was sent here just to tell you that you should have noticed this thread by now and to tell you at how ashamed of you I am because you had not seen it untill now."

With that, Hajo pulls out one of his Gauntlets and procedes to slap Guy across the face with it. Then, Hajo runs out the door, still running at full-speed towards his parked bomber.

As he is running towards his bomber, he takes out his flashlight and flips it on and off three times--signalling to his crew that they need to start the bombers engines so they can get the hell out of there quickly.

As luck was with Hajo, his crew noticed the signal and proceeded to start the engines. By the time Hajo reached the aircraft, all the finely-tuned engines were in full force and they were ready to taxi down the dark runway using only moonlight to show them the way.

The bomber taxied quickly gathering speed and all it took for them to be airborne was a taxi of 600 feet.

They quickly gained enough altitude to clear any trees and or farm buildings that might be along their path.

They were extremely lucky and made their escape just as a flight of 9 Spitfires approached on patrol.

((That will teach you a lesson Martin." [img]graemlins/vc.gif[/img] [img]tongue.gif[/img]

[ 11. March 2004, 01:01 PM: Message edited by: C.Evans ]
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