Quote Originally Posted by Sir C View Post
What an absolute dick head.

One christmas Santa brought me a toy Vickers machine gun, complete with tripod. With that machine gun and a sandbag emplacement made of pillows I held the high ground at the top of the stairs against wave after wave of determined German infantry.

Scott's children will never know the sheer joy of mowing down massed ranks in Feldgrau.

Fúck him.
There still exists a picture of me defending a slit trench on Mitcham Common on Christmas Morning with a Thompson sub-machine gun in my Parachute Regiment uniform. The Hun weren't getting past me, I can tell you.

As you would obviously now realise, the problem with your Vickers was that it was belt-fed and so would have been a two-man job. Who did you have feeding your ammo belt?