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Deej, welcome to the ... where are we?

Gentlemen let me add my vigorous enthusiasm, oh and by the way, the bat is now being offered up for service! Barkeep, three fingers of Lagavulin if you please, and let the games begin!

Gentlemen!!

I thank you for your generous acceptance into this fine fraternity of daft, the touched and the Barmy!! I am truly honoured! Drink to your fill at said bar until my wallet runs dry..and so does the bottles of fine whiskey and ale kegs!! I raise a toast to all my new brethren of the BWOC!!

Lou make sure the bar keep is generous with his fill ups! Hopefully my backside can survive the initiation from said cricket bat as I need to sit in my cockpit tommorow and head over German lines!!

Cheers!! BWOC BWOC BWOC!! Than you Lou, MFair and all!
Stay thirsty my friends!!

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After the last two days of celebration and general revelry I've been moved to recite some of my WOFF-inspired poetry. Blatant plagiarism of Kipling to be sure, but then I only steal from the best.

(Lou clears his throat, takes a long draw off a fresh pint of stout, then climbs atop the nearest upright table and begins)

There's a Legion that never was listed,
That carries no colours or crest,
And it serves in such barmy detachments,
That it's poor understood by the rest.
Our forebeares they left us their blessing,
They taught us, and groomed us, and crammed;
But we've shaken the ancient few pixels
To go and find out and be damned,
Dear lads!
To go and get shot and be damned.

So some of us fly for the Kaiser,
And some of us soar for the King,
And some rise up for La Marseillaise,
And some for old Sam take to wing:
And some of us drift up to Ypers,
And some drift across to the Somme,
And some share our tucker in Soissons,
And some at St. Mihiel do bomb,
Dear lads!
At St. Mihiel get giddy and bomb.

We've painted old Flanders vermilion,
We've washed the old Alsace in red,
We've shouted on simulat battle,
We've flown until we were dead;
We've laughed at the world as we found it,
From high in the spurious air,
From Zeebrugge on down to Mulhausen
We've battled with nary a care,
Dear lads!
We've flown with nary a care.

The damned depths of Hell were our portion,
And Heaven at large was our share.
There was never a skirmish too windward
But the Virtual Legion was there:
Yes, somehow and somewhere and always
We were first when the trouble began,
From a recce flight over old Lille,
To a dogfight on high over Thann,
Dear lads!
We mounted and fought over Thann.

We preach in advance of the Army,
We skirmish ahead of the Crowds,
With never a general to help us
When we're dying above in the clouds.
But we know as the cartridges finish,
And we're filed on our last little shelves,
That the Legion that never was listed
Will send barmy ones as ourselves,
Good men!
Hundreds barmy, just as ourselves!

Then a health (we must drink it in whispers),
To our wholly unauthorized horde,
To the line of our dusty foreloopers,
The RB3D'ers adored.
Yes, a health to ourselves ere we scatter,
For flight simmers won't wait for the train,
And the Legion that never was listed
Goes back into quarters again!
Regards!
Goes back in the skies once again.
Hurrah!
The Sop and the Alby again.
Here's how!
The Vickers and Spandaus again.
Salute!
Wings O'er Flanders Fields once again!

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Hear, hear!

How the hand of the bard was steady enough to put that to paper is surely a wonder to one and all. Clearly, he has not had enough to drink. Another trayful for Lou, Barkeep !

shredward

Ahhh!, The Ode to the BWOC! How sweet to my ears! I believe that the basic melody of that tune comes from "My Bonnie lies over the ocean".

I... I'm in tearsh... That wash beeyyoootiful!! thunk

Lovely Lou! A drink for the piano! (Pours champagne into out of tune instrument and staggers to bar).

Wow Lou that is great!

Words of pure elegance Lou!! A beautiful ring to the ears! Hear hear! Barkeep keep these Barmy fellows awash in fine spirits and ale! Aye say I, that my backside has survived the bat! A tray of drinks to the piano...as I stagger that way...I toast you all, good sir Robert, Raine, HumanDrone,DukeIronHand,Shredward, Fullofit, Mr_Dirt, MFair, and of course Lou!! As well as too all the others that I have not mentioned. Cheers!!

Why is my head spinning? Oh wait, that is not my head! Beautifully done Lou. I see you’ve had one more than the rest of us.

Lou, a literary masterpiece! One more round please!

Barkeep, another round has been requested by my good friend MFair, flagons of ale and glasses of fine spirits please!
Cheers!!

Don't forget the Italians, Russians and Austro-Hungarians. (ducks for cover)

Thanks Deej. And that will be my limit.

Bravo Lou!

Well done gentlemen! My wallet is empty and I hope all have had their fill with ale and fine spirits! Cheers!

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Ah yes, but it will be full again soon once you've received your monthly stipend from the Crown, and rest assured we'll all be here to help you empty it once more Sir.

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Lou!! My good friend!! I look forward to you all emptying my wallet upon receiving the crowns monthly stipend once more! I have informed said barkeep upon the next meeting of this league of extraordinary gentlemen to keep his establishment heavily stocked with nothing but fine spirits and ale. I will pay for one and all for an evening of frivolity, witty banter, tall tales of action, the infamous cricket bat-if good Sir Robert can part with it- and perhaps another few poetic verses from yourself! I am available for the next call to arms when my new barmy brethren are ready for another raucous evening to hoist their glasses and tankards in tribute to our fraternity BWOC!

Cheers!