It may surprise you that the glossy colour publication which you hold in your hands has a history that goes back to the quartermasters of the seventeenth century.
In those days, however, they were not trying to work out who had betrayed them unto the Church Rampant, rather they were trying to accumulate supplies for their troops. Said stores were called a "Magazine"; you may have read in some maritime novels concerning the Royal Navy of "powder magazines" (see anything concerning Captain Horatio Hornblower).
One such on land |
We are back to picking holes in "Where Eagles Dare"!
Yes, we did kind of sneak that one in there, as I worried you might have gotten fed up of this incessant sniping. Not me!
Anyway, Art?
Dog Buns! |
Here an aside. Art?
A Maschinen-Pistole 40 |
Anyway still further, these things were not issued wholesale to complete units; they were issued to NCOs and officers, so about one man in five at most; also to vehicle crewmen since they were a lot more compact than a rifle.
An example |
By Bundesarchiv, Bild 101I-133-0703-01 / Zermin / CC-BY-SA 3.0, CC BY-SA 3.0 de, https://commons.wikimedia.org/w/index.php?curid=5475985 Conrad - 3; Where Eagles Dare - 0 I think we'll probably halt the merciless critical shoeing of this film, as otherwise we risk the wrath of Clint Eastwood.
Come on, motley, last one in the ocean's a rotten egg*!
"AUSTER"
Another Cryptic Crossword rant. Go on, admit it, you love hearing an angry old man ranting inventively, and even if you don't, it aint gonna stop.
Of course I've binned the newspaper, but the clue did mention "Rust" and there must have been other bits that included "A" and "E", and about spirits and wind.
Now, Roman mythology is where you need to seek the answer for this, as, apparently, "Auster" was a heavenly being that represented the scirrocco winds that blew from south of Italy across the Mediterranean.
Auster |
Go on, admit it, you've never heard of "Auster" before. Your Humble Scribe, of course, got the answer even if he wasn't absolutely how he got there. Art?
Behold! |
It was used as a flying observation post by artillery officers, who would be in radio communication with their gun batteries, and it they spotted anything - absolutely anything - they would call down a perfect maelstrom of shells on the hapless target.
A Canuckistanian version |
"The Ghost Of Saint Michael's"
Lee, the work colleague fortunate enough to sit opposite me, mentioned that he was channel-hopping with his kids, who are (I think) 11 and 7, and they came across the film above, which he mentioned to me.
Of course, being children of today - perhaps I should capitalise that - Children Of Today - they weren't remotely interested in a black and white film, so they moved on.
From Lee's brief description, Conrad felt a tug of remembrance. Was there a scene where our heroes are trapped in a room where the ceiling is slowly descending?
CAUTION! Black and white can disappoint after a colour cover or poster |
Will, with a "lived-in" kind of face |
Finally -
This will all make sense on Facebook, honestly. Okay, Art, bring on the charging horses!
These are the Royal Scots Greys, depicting charging at Waterloo with their battle cry f "Scotland forever!" and, unless you were suicidally brave, I don't think you'd hang around to debate Caledonia's being around for a long long time.
There we go, past the Compositional Ton, which means I am now free to go eat my lunch. You see? You see! The sacrifices I make to provide words of wit, wisdom and wonder? Is anyone even paying attention? Hello?
* But dry and warm.
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