Semper Fi

On page thirty-seven or so of their weekend editions, most of the newspapers seemed to be asking the following question: "Placed in similar circumstance upon a similar beach, would the present generation of dubious flabboes act as unassumingly courageously as the D-Day heroes did?"
The point, it would appear to me, is about as moot as a point can get without becoming a blunt silence.
No, the really interesting question worth answering is this: "Placed in the same Aerodrome on the south coast of England, would the present generation be as satisfied with Varga girls and Vera Lynn as the Memphis Belle boys were?"
Perhaps with the Varga girls - if they were real - but otherwiseI sincerely doubt it.
One can only imagine the popular songs the dear old dame would be forced to sing: "Gonna be your bitch in the mutherfuckin apple blossom time, yo dig what I'm sayin'."
Or something along the lines of this: "We be doin' the nasty on them White Cliffs o' Dover. Gonna get them White Cliffs real dirty. Huh huh huh huh. Dirty cliffs." Huh huh huh."
Perhaps Ms Lynn would also bare her nipple over Forces Radio during the Bombing of Dresden halftime.