Posted on 05/18/2010 5:51:04 PM PDT by Brugmansian
“We’re going through!” Commander Richard Blumenthal’s voice was like thin ice breaking. He wore his full-dress uniform, with the heavily braided white cap pulled down rakishly over one cold gray eye. “We can’t make it, sir. It’s spoiling for a hurricane, if you ask me.”
“I’m not asking you, Lieutenant Berg,” said the Commander. “Throw on the power lights! Rev her up to 8,500! We’re going through!”
The pounding of the cylinders increased: ta-pocketa-pocketa-pocketa-pocketa-pocketa. Blumenthal stared at the ice forming on the pilot window. He walked over and twisted a row of complicated dials.
“Switch on No. 8 auxiliary!” he shouted. “Switch on No. 8 auxiliary!” repeated Lieutenant Berg. “Full strength in No. 3 turret!” shouted Commander Blumenthal. “Full strength in No. 3 turret!”
The crew, bending to their various tasks in the huge, hurtling eight-engined Navy hydroplane, looked at each other and grinned. “Blumy will get us through” they said to one another. “ Blumenthal ain’t afraid of Hell!” . .
"Not so fast! You're making that up!" said Linda McMahon. "Are you delusional?"
"Hmm?" said Richard Blumenthal...
"The Connecticut Attorney General is tensed up again," Fox News anchor Megyn Kelley opined."It's one of his days. Or weeks. We wish he would let let Dr. Renshaw look him over."
They're so damn cocky, thought Blumenthal, flicking the channel to Keith Olbermann. FOX thinks they know everything.
Richard picked up an old copy of Liberty and sank down into the chair. "Can Germany Conquer the World Through the Air?" He looked at the pictures of bombing planes and of ruined streets.
. . . "The cannonading has got the wind up in young Raleigh, sir," said the sergeant. Captain Blumenthal looked up at him through tousled hair. "Get him to bed," he said wearily. "With the others. I'll fly alone."
"But you can't, sir," said the sergeant anxiously. "It takes two men to handle that bomber and the Archies are pounding hell out of the air. Von Richtman's circus is between here and Saulier."
"Somebody's got to get that ammunition dump," said Richard. "I'm going over. Spot of brandy?"
He poured a drink for the sergeant and one for himself. War thundered and whined around the dugout and battered at the door. There was a rending of wood and splinters flew through the room. "A bit of a near thing," said Captain Blumenthal carelessly.
"The box barrage is closing in," said the sergeant. "We only live once, Sergeant," said Richard with his faint, fleeting smile. "Or do we?" He poured another brandy and tossed it off.
"I never see a man could hold his brandy like you, sir," said the sergeant. "Begging your pardon, sir."
Captain Blumenthal stood up and strapped on his huge Webley-Vickers automatic. "It's forty kilometers through hell, sir," said the sergeant. Richard finished one last brandy. "After all," he said softly, "what isn't? . . .
LOL! Well done!
Really, really good. Two thumbs up, more if I had them.
Awesome!
Dick Blumenthal is a self righteous dictator! Good friends with Eliot Spitzer, btw.
SUPERLATIVE!!!
:)
Tapocketa-tapocketa-tapocketa-queep.
What’s the difference bewteen Blumenthal and Jane Fonda?
Jane actually went to Vietnam.
Sean Hannity was saying something about Blumenthal claiming he was a caption of one of the sports’ teams at Harvard, which he was not. Blumenthal needs a psychiatrist.
That's classic! Thanks
They look alike!
Separated at birth?
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