Humbertti
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Please tell me how much you understand the reality in this, and what wrong with this
The Wulf and the cheep.
Was told that he has served his wartime as a ss man, you know one of those special forces in some Germanic division, the truth never uncovered, so the claim remained just on the level of a scuttlebutt.
Topy was tall, slim and a dryish of man, still one find him sinewy like a leather nail, and the age - it was hard to say anything about it.
He didn't like Englishmen and call them ' limeyjusers'.
Topy was a daunting officer and he has his customary way to fall his look right at eyes of a deck boy and to the ordinary seaman with his grey watery eyes and could announce without a warning: " Do I Kill you now, or kill I you later?"
On one evening, before my Nightwatch was to turn, at seven o' clock, we were sitting in the cabin of the able body seaman named Bylon, there were some drinking and the other sailors present.
Topy came down to the aft quarter and told me having taken down the Flag because there was raining outside and brought it to me to haul it up in the next morning.
Bylon who have taken some Dutch courage now greeted the Chief mate by asking the chief to show his armpit to make sure of the tattoo of the blood group which was the identification of the SS soldiers.
The answer came with fury, The Chief hit the able body seaman with the wet flag and the dog fighting began, filling the small cabin with waving hands and kicking legs, The officer caps was wiped off from Topy's head, I picked it up from floor, and didn't know where to put it, I put it on my head.
The second mate was a native of Holyland and hailed from a coastal village where the coastal inhabitant had their tradition for sheep. We could see every day the second mate coming out of his cabin wearing sheepskin and rubber galosh, there was very little officer look in his outfit so he was called among the sailors as ' sheepskin'. If Topy was Wulf, the second mate was sheep. he was humble, old and small, he didn't dare wear the officer cap labelled by the arm of the company, sometimes when he had got Dutch courage enough to wear his cap he was a changed person. he could come out from his cabin on the boat deck and descend into the crew quarter a half flask of whisky in his pocket-insisting that the crew should call him Sir.
The Wulf and the cheep.
Was told that he has served his wartime as a ss man, you know one of those special forces in some Germanic division, the truth never uncovered, so the claim remained just on the level of a scuttlebutt.
Topy was tall, slim and a dryish of man, still one find him sinewy like a leather nail, and the age - it was hard to say anything about it.
He didn't like Englishmen and call them ' limeyjusers'.
Topy was a daunting officer and he has his customary way to fall his look right at eyes of a deck boy and to the ordinary seaman with his grey watery eyes and could announce without a warning: " Do I Kill you now, or kill I you later?"
On one evening, before my Nightwatch was to turn, at seven o' clock, we were sitting in the cabin of the able body seaman named Bylon, there were some drinking and the other sailors present.
Topy came down to the aft quarter and told me having taken down the Flag because there was raining outside and brought it to me to haul it up in the next morning.
Bylon who have taken some Dutch courage now greeted the Chief mate by asking the chief to show his armpit to make sure of the tattoo of the blood group which was the identification of the SS soldiers.
The answer came with fury, The Chief hit the able body seaman with the wet flag and the dog fighting began, filling the small cabin with waving hands and kicking legs, The officer caps was wiped off from Topy's head, I picked it up from floor, and didn't know where to put it, I put it on my head.
The second mate was a native of Holyland and hailed from a coastal village where the coastal inhabitant had their tradition for sheep. We could see every day the second mate coming out of his cabin wearing sheepskin and rubber galosh, there was very little officer look in his outfit so he was called among the sailors as ' sheepskin'. If Topy was Wulf, the second mate was sheep. he was humble, old and small, he didn't dare wear the officer cap labelled by the arm of the company, sometimes when he had got Dutch courage enough to wear his cap he was a changed person. he could come out from his cabin on the boat deck and descend into the crew quarter a half flask of whisky in his pocket-insisting that the crew should call him Sir.
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