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Glad to have amused you all. I missed out a few more misadventures of my alter ego - for example, the rather unfortunate incident with a firework demonstration in Berlin which resulted in a very large rocket turning sharply to the right immediately after takeoff and setting fire to the Reichstag. Ev...

Prit was born in 1911 in India. The son of honest, hardworking farmers, he showed no inclination to learn about crops, harvesting or animal husbandry, and was thrown out of the home when an elaborate scheme to sell his mother's goats to a travelling carpet salesman, with a view to selling the carpet...

Peter H. wrote:I didn't know Hetzer was your son! I thought he was your friend or your brother. Judging by the photos you posted of your trip to Bovington, he looks about your age.

Hahaha!

Peter, that's made my whole week. I will chuckle at that for several days.

Cheers

Prit

NT

Glad you enjoyed it! My son (aka Hetzer) and I politely glanced at the WW1 and inter-war stuff before hurrying on to the 'real' exhibits.

Cheers

Prit

'It's too good to be true,' muttered Wolftruppen as the Russians milled about in confusion. 'This latest Wu-Wa really is wonderful!' It was, of course, too good to be true. Far from rotting their bollocks off, the virus merely made the outer skin peel. Soviet balls, it appeared, were made of sterner...

The unfortunate soldiers of the penal detachment, watched by the stone-faced NKVD troops, assembled for their next assault. Up on the ridge, Jonny Wolftruppen lowered his binoculars and shouted instructions to his men. Behind him, SadDam lay in the shade of his truck, smiling contentedly. Wolftruppe...

In the event, it wasn't much of a fight. The Soviet penal detachment swarmed forward over the open ground (with the exception of one bunch of hardened perverts who spotted a lone sheep and set off after it with determined, lustful expressions). The fire from the German defenders was modest at best, ...

After his meetings with Thersites, Lupo and Paul, Prit returned to the red StuG, full of plans for the future. If all went reasonably, there could be a tidy profit here. He stopped just short of the little hollow where the StuG lay hidden, and gaped in amazement at a newly arrived truck, perched at ...

Among the units stuck on the isolated slopes was a column of trucks. Prit had been watching them for some time, instincts honed by long years on the Ostfront tugging at him, telling him that there was something worthwhile here. Later that day, he slipped away from the StuG and made his way into the ...