Karnak,
Love the Signature!
What a piece of work:
"This story shall the good man teach his son;
And Crispin Crispian shall ne'er go by,
From this day to the ending of the world,
But we in it shall be remember'd,
We few, we happy few, we band of brothers;
For he to-day that sheds his blood with me
Shall be my brother; be he ne'er so vile,
This day shall gentle his condition:
And gentlemen in England now a-bed
Shall think themselves accurs'd they were not here
And hold their manhoods cheap while any speaks
That fought with us upon Saint Crispin's day."
Can you imagine the despair and howling when one of the late war LW uber planes gets shotdown? Ah, warm flaming FM and gun threads to keep us toasty through the coming winter.

[This message has been edited by Toad (edited 12-23-2000).]