Yesterday I went to an airshow (it was awesome!!! We saw the mighty B-17 in the air dropping watermelons and doing pyrotechnic bombs - oh she’s three times as majestic flying as she is standing still! There was also the Jack Aces and the F-22 Raptor {imagine the enemy crapping their pants silly when they hear that girl screaming and thundering their way} anyway it was awesome!)
Well there were also WWII reenactors and at one point, my sister and I ran down to the gift shop and when we came back out we saw Placid Lassie and Whiskey 7 (the C-47 Skytrains) performing so we BOOKED it back to our seats. However, we had to stop because a jeep full of young Nazis was coming out way. I didn’t want to stop (but I did) and said “Ugh!! MOVE IT, KRAUTS! We wanna see Whisky and Lassie!” I didn’t think he’d hear me cause it was loud but he did and goes:
“Krauts?? You called us KRAUTS? *looks at his buddy* She called us Krauts!” Then he did this thing where he pressed his palm against his heart, gasped, and acted so offended. Then he started cracking up, his buddy was cracking up, then I started laughing. We go our separate ways then when I looked back, he’s still laughing and gave me an enthusiastic wave and then a thumbs up. My dad thought he maybe appreciated how I was able to differentiate his uniform from the Americans’ (thanks to my brother and all these war films I watch)
Wish I could’ve found him in the “camp”… he was… REALLY attractive too🥹 so was the American infantryman who was helping guide vehicles when we got there. We were getting our stuff out of the back and all of a sudden I hear: “Excuse me, girls. Just putting this here out of the way; I’d HATE for someone’s tire to blow because of this.” It was a big block of cement or something. Then he looked up quick and said “Thanks! Have a good time!”
*SIGH* I’ll never see them again😭
