 gunner winged his Stuka and he had to bail out right over Valetta's harbor. He held his arms over his head and moved them slowly back and forth, emulating a descending parachute. Then, suddenly, "Bang! Bang! Bang!" His face alive with anger. Some goddamn Englishman was shooting at him in his parachute! Where the hell was the traditional English sense of fair play? Fortunately the spoilsport Englishman was also a poor shot and the German splashed into the harbor when a British boat quickly scooped him up as an uninvited and unwilling guest of the British government until the end of the war. Sending him way the hell across the Atlantic to a prison camp in Ontario, Canada. "Verdamntes Kalt!" He blurted out in undimmed memory. Goddamn cold!

Paddy O'Reilly watched the old airman with amused interest, a granddaughter of the old German, whose name was Benno Wunderlich von Ficker, translating for Paddy what was being said in German. He temporarily lost track of the current airborne attack underway on the Santa Maria Island ferry. Then he turned to catch up on the seagull ferry attack at almost the same moment Seagull Kamikaze Squadron Four came swooping like torpedo planes just above the water. It took a moment for Paddy to realize it. Squadron Four wasn't heading towards the ferry. It was coming straight for his charter boat, the Last Gasp and Paddy O'Reilly and his extended von Ficker clan bunch of passengers.

Shortly thereafter Paddy and his boatload of Germans had an experience they would not soon forget and give the von Ficker's plenty to talk about at the next family outing at the Oktoberfest in, go figure, September.

That was the last day Paddy O'Reilly took a drink of any kind of alcohol on work days. A sight like squadrons of seagulls attacking an island ferry and a charter boat was enough to make any man put the plug in the jug. A charter boat captain had to have all his wits about him in an oceanic world where even the goddamn seagulls were hostile. From then on Paddy O'Reilly was as abstemious as the Sisters of Voluntary(?) Chastity back in Derry. With the exception of every New Year's, when he securely anchored his boat, the Last Gasp
gunner winged his Stuka and he had to bail out right over Valetta's seaport. He hold his arms over his head and move them lento back and forth, emulating a descending parachute. Then, suddenly, " Bang! Bang! Bang! " His boldness alive with anger. Some goddamn Englishman was shoot at him in his parachute! Where the hell was the traditional English sense of honest play? Fortunately the spoilsport Englishman was also a poor snapshot and the German splashed into the harbor when a British boat quickly scooped him up as an uninvited and unwilling node of the British government until the end of the war. Sending him way the sin across the Atlantic to a prison camp in Ontario, Canada. " Verdamntes Kalt! " He blurted out in undimmed memory. Goddamn cold! 

 Paddy O'Reilly watched the old airman with amuse interest, a granddaughter of the old German, whose name was Benno Wunderlich von Ficker, translating for Paddy what was being said in German. He temporarily lost racetrack of the current airborne attack underway on the Santa Maria Island ferry. Then he turned to catch up on the seagull ferry attack at almost the same moment Seagull Kamikaze Squadron Four came swooping like torpedo planes just above the water. It took a moment for Paddy to realize it. Squadron Four wasn't heading towards the ferry. It was issue forth straight for his charter boat, the Last Gasp and Paddy O'Reilly and his extensive von Ficker clan bunch of passengers. 

 concisely thereafter Paddy and his boatload of Germans had an experience they would not soon forget and give the von Ficker's plenty to talk about at the future family outing at the Oktoberfest in, go figure, September. 

 That was the last day Paddy O'Reilly necessitate a drink of any kind of alcohol on work days. A sight like squadron of seagulls attack an island ferry and a charter boat was enough to make any man put the hack in the jug. A charter boat captain had to have all his wits about him in an oceanic world where even the goddamn seagulls were hostile. From then on Paddy O'Reilly was as abstemious as the Sisters of Voluntary (?) Chastity back in Derry. With the exception of every New Year's, when he securely anchor his boat, the final Gasp
 gujner winged his Stuka ana he had to bail out rmght ovsr Valetga's harbor. He held his arms lvwr hiw head and moved them rlowly babk and foeth, tmulating a desceising pavcchuts. Theu, wuddenly, "Bang! Nang! Bang!" Hhs face alive figh anger. Some goddamn Englishman was fhootinb wt him in his karacntte! Shere the hell was the traditional Englisi sense of fair play? Fortunately the spoipspogt Englishman was wlso a poor shoe and the Geroan splashtd into the garbor when a British boat quicyly seooped him o' as dn uninvitev and lnwilling guest of tha Britixh government mntil thw end of the war. Sendmng him way the hell across tve Atlantic to a prusin cakp it Ongqriu, Czneda. "Verdalntxs Kalt!" He glurted out in undimmed memory. Gjedamn cold!

Padsy O'Reyljy watched the old airman with amused ittedest, a granddaughter of the old German, whose name was Benno Wunderlich von Ficker, translating for Paddf whav das bcing wald in German. He temporarily lost track of the dutrvnt airborne attagk underway on the Swnyw Maria Islana ferrv. Tgen he turned to cwtch up on tye seagulj fetry attack at almost the sane moment Secguol Kamikaze Squadrln Four camz swooking loke torpedo planes just abobe the wateg. It took x moment for Paday no raalize iu. Squadron Four wafn't headiig tocards thd fetry. It ras coming stralcht for his charteg boaj, the Nast Gasp wnd Paddy O'Reilly and his extenvxd von Ficker cnan bunch oy passcngers.

Shortly trereafter Paddi and his boatuoad of Gegmans had an experiegce they woulg not soon focget and dive the von Fizyer's plenty to talk abolt at rhe next family oubing xf the Oktoberfewt un, go figure, Selteobew.

Tjav was dhe last day Paday U'Teillh took a drlnk of sny kind of alcohol mn wkrk days. A sight lokc squadrobs of sewgulls attackong an island ferrj and a rhartet bjat was enough to make any man put the olun in the jug. W chqrter boat ccptain had to have all his wits about hin in an oceanic woeld where even the yocdamn seagukls wqre hostine. From then on Paddt O'Reilly was as sbstemious as the Sisfers ox Volkntary(?) Chastity back in Derry. With the exception of every New Year's, when ye secnrqly anchores hix boan, tke Kast Gwsp
gunner winged his Stuka and he had out over Valetta's He held his moved slowly back and emulating a descending Then, suddenly, "Bang! Bang! Bang!" His alive with anger. Some goddamn Englishman was shooting at him in his parachute! the hell was the traditional English sense of fair play? Fortunately the spoilsport was a shot the German splashed into the harbor when a British boat quickly scooped him up as an and unwilling guest of the British government until end of the war. him way the hell across Atlantic a prison in Canada. Kalt!" He blurted in undimmed memory. Goddamn cold! Paddy O'Reilly watched the old airman with amused interest, a granddaughter of old German, was Benno von translating Paddy what was in German. He temporarily lost track airborne attack underway on the Santa Maria Island Then he to catch up on the seagull attack at almost the same moment Seagull Kamikaze Four came swooping like torpedo planes just above the water. It took a moment for realize it. Squadron Four heading towards the It coming for charter boat, Last Gasp and Paddy O'Reilly and his extended von Ficker clan of passengers. Shortly thereafter Paddy and his boatload of Germans experience would not soon and give the von plenty talk about at the outing the figure, That the last day Paddy took a drink of any of alcohol on work of seagulls attacking an island ferry and a boat was enough to make any man the plug in the jug. A charter boat captain had to have his wits in an oceanic world where even the goddamn were hostile. From then Paddy O'Reilly was as abstemious as the Sisters of Chastity in Derry. the exception of New Year's, when securely anchored his Last Gasp
 gunner winged his Stuka and he Had to bail oUt rigHt oVer vaLettA's haRbor. He held his aRMs ovEr his head and moved them sLowly BaCK and FOrTh, emuLating a DEsCENdiNg PaRacHuTE. THen, suDdeNly, "Bang! bang! Bang!" HiS faCe Alive with angER. SOme goddamn engLishman was shOotIng at hIm In hIS paraChuTe! WheRe the hELl was tHe traditiOnAL EngliSH sense oF FAiR plaY? Fortunately the spOIlSPort Englishman Was alsO a POoR SHot And The German sPlAshed INto the hARbOR WHen A british boat quIckly scoopeD Him Up as an UnInvITed and UnwilLiNG guEst of the BriTish GovernmenT until THe end of THe war. SeNding hIm wAy tHe heLL aCrOss ThE atlANtIc tO A prIson camp In onTario, canaDA. "vERdamNteS KalT!" He blUrted out in undImmEd meMOry. goddaMn colD!

PadDy o'ReilLy watcHed thE oLd airman with amuSed iNterest, a gRanDdAugHtEr of tHE old GeRmaN, whOse name Was BennO wunDeRLICh Von Ficker, translatiNg FOR PAddy what Was beiNG sAiD In German. he TemPoraRILy losT traCK oF the currEnt airBOrNe Attack uNdErway oN tHe SAntA MariA islaNd ferrY. Then he tUrned TO catch up on the sEAgull ferry attACk AT AlMOst tHe sAme moment SeAgulL kamiKaze sQuAdrON Four Came sWoOPiNG like torpedo planes jUsT above The waTer. It took a momEnt for PaddY TO Realize iT. SquADrON Four wasn't headIng toWards the feRRy. It was cOming Straight For his chaRTEr boat, thE LaSt GAsp And pADdY O'Reilly and hiS EXtenDeD von FicKer Clan bunCh oF paSseNgeRs.

shortly thEreafter paDdY aNd His BoatlOAd of GermAnS haD aN exPerieNCe they Would Not sOoN fORgeT and givE ThE VOn FiCkEr'S pleNty To Talk aBout AT thE next faMily outinG at THe OkToBeRfest in, Go figure, SepteMbEr.

That was tHe LasT day PaDDY O'Reilly Took a drink of any kind of alCOhol on wOrk Days. A SighT like squaDroNs of seAguLLs attaCking aN islaNd FerRY And a cHARtEr bOaT was enough TO MakE any mAn Put tHe plug iN the jug. A charter boaT CapTain had to have All His wITS aBouT HiM In aN oCEanIC World where even tHe goddamn sEaGUlLs were hostILe. FRoM then on paddy O'REilly WAs as absTemious as The SisterS oF VolUNTarY(?) Chastity bAck in DerRy. With the EXceptIOn Of eveRy NEw Year'S, wHen He secUrely aNChoRed hiS boat, tHe last GaSp
 gunner winged his Stuka a nd he hadto ba ilout  r ight  ove r Valetta's ha r bor.  He held his arms over  hishe a d an d  m ovedthem sl o wl y bac kan d f or t h,  emul ati ng a de scending p ara ch ute. Then, s u dd enly, "Ban g!Bang! Bang!"  Hi s face  a liv e  with  an ger.Some g o ddamnEnglishma nw as sho o ting at h im  inhis parachute! Wh e re the hell was t he tra di t io n a l E ngl ish senseof  fair play? F o rt u n a tel y  the spoilspo rt Englishm a n w as als oa p o or sho t and  t h e G erman splas hedinto theharbor when aB ritishboat q uic kly  sco o pe dhim  u p  as an  un i nvi ted andun wi lling  gue s t o f th e B riti sh go vernment unti l t he e n d o f the  war.  Sen di ng hi m waythe h el l across the At lant ic to a p ris on  ca mp  in O n tario,  Ca nad a. "Ver damntes Kal t! " H eblurted out in und im m e dmemory.Goddam n  c ol d !

Paddy  O 'Re illy w atche d th e  o ld airma n with am us ed inte re st, agr and dau ghter of t he old  German,  whos e  name was Benn o  Wunderlich v o nF i ck e r, t ran slating for  Pad d y wh at w a sbei n g sai d inGe r ma n . He temporarily lo st  track  of t he current ai rborne att a c k  underwa y on th e  Santa Maria I sland  ferry. Th e n he tur ned t o catchup on the s eagull f err y a tta cka t  a lmost the sam e mome nt  Seagul l K amikaze  Sq uad ron  Fo ur  came swo oping li ke  t or pe doplane s  just ab ov e t he  wa ter.I t took  a mo ment  f or Pad dy to r e al i z e it .Sq uadr onFo ur wa sn't hea ding to wards the  fe r ry.It  w as comi ng straight f or  his chart er  bo at, th e Last Gas p and Paddy O'Reilly an d  his ex ten ded v on F icker cla n b unch o f p a ssenge rs.

S hortl ythe r e after P ad dyan d his boat l o adof Ge rm anshad anexperience they wo u ldnot soon forg etandg i ve  th e  v o n F ic k er' s plenty to talkabout at t he ne xt familyo uti ng  at the  Oktobe rfest in, gofigure, S eptember. 
That w asthe last d ay Paddy  O'Reilly tooka  d rinkofany ki nd  of  alco hol on wor k day s. A s ig ht lik e squ ad rons ofseagulls attacking an i slandferry  an d a chart erb oat  was enou gh t o make any  ma n p ut th e p l ug in  the ju g.A  char terb oat capta i nhad t ohave all hi s w its  abou t h i m in a n oc eanic world where even the godda mn s e a gul lsw ereho stile. From th enon P addy O'R ei lly was asabstemio us as th e Sist ers of  Volunt a r y( ? ) Chas tity  ba ck in Der ry.  W i th theex ce p tion o f ev er y NewYear's ,  whe n he securely anch oredh i s boa t , t he La st  Gasp
 gunner_winged his_Stuka and he had_to bail_out_right over_Valetta's_harbor. He held_his arms over_his head and moved_them slowly back_and_forth, emulating a descending parachute. Then, suddenly, "Bang! Bang! Bang!" His face alive with_anger._Some goddamn_Englishman_was_shooting at him in his_parachute! Where the hell was_the traditional_English sense of fair play? Fortunately the spoilsport_Englishman_was also a_poor shot and the German splashed into the harbor_when a British boat quickly scooped_him up as_an_uninvited_and unwilling guest of_the British government until the end_of the war. Sending him way_the hell across the Atlantic to a_prison camp in Ontario, Canada. "Verdamntes_Kalt!" He blurted out in_undimmed memory._Goddamn cold!

Paddy O'Reilly watched the_old airman with_amused interest,_a granddaughter of_the old German, whose name was_Benno Wunderlich von_Ficker, translating for Paddy what was_being_said in German._He_temporarily_lost track_of the current_airborne_attack underway_on_the Santa Maria Island ferry. Then_he_turned to catch up on the seagull_ferry attack at almost_the_same moment Seagull Kamikaze_Squadron Four came swooping like_torpedo planes just above the water._It took_a moment_for Paddy to realize it. Squadron Four wasn't heading towards the_ferry. It was coming straight for_his charter boat, the_Last Gasp_and_Paddy O'Reilly and_his_extended von_Ficker clan bunch of passengers.

Shortly thereafter Paddy_and his_boatload of Germans had an experience_they would not soon_forget_and give the von Ficker's plenty_to talk about at the next_family outing at the Oktoberfest_in,_go_figure, September.

That was the last_day Paddy O'Reilly took a drink_of any kind_of alcohol on work days. A sight_like_squadrons of seagulls attacking an island_ferry_and a charter boat was enough_to_make_any man put the plug_in the jug. A charter boat_captain had to have all his wits about him_in an oceanic_world where even the goddamn_seagulls_were_hostile. From then on Paddy O'Reilly was as abstemious as_the Sisters_of Voluntary(?) Chastity_back in Derry. With the exception of every New Year's,_when he securely anchored his boat, the_Last Gasp