there's an officer's note from uncle's forces, saying that they knew who they were fighting, based on the reaction when shelling began from the german side: americans pulled back and brought up the tanks, brits took cover and waited for the shelling to stop, canadians attacked. also the canadians were known to do ye olde switcharoo: throw canned fish once, twice and the germans would rush for the can both times, and .... then they'd throw a third one and it'd be a grenade. sadistic fucks that you don't wanna mess with. they say sorry cuz they know what their grandpas did when they were called to war, away from farm, country and tight white pussy. they did some fucked up shit to get it over with one way or another and get back on that boat back to canada. and now they cry when they see the pajeets infesting every beach, every public-nature-related-area everywhere. but oh well.
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