(09-06-2012, 04:14 AM)Poor Yorek Wrote: "I say, my dear fellow (yelling across the open terrain), might you mind, terribly, holding off for a bit firing those anti-tank projectiles this way? It is, after all, tea time and Sir Charles is most particular: there's commotion enough here unloading these bloody foot soldiers from their vehicles - what with the gas and fumes and mud from the tracks - and, mind you, Sir Charles' boots were just polished this morning sotto voce so he's having a bit of a fit, if you catch my meaning. Resume normal voice Right. So there's a good fellow."
Offered and I hope accepted with humor (from US via Newfoundland via England)
Of course accepted, but remember I gave an NCO, not a commissioned officer (Rupert)