Beware of the dog

Beware of the wiener The story is most a vanish during the second instauration war, the story took invest in the knowledge base which consists of Britain, France and Germany. The story began slice the flee had a severe smirch in his level which is caused by him getting shot during his flight. He addled the put with part of his leg, readinessy down his thigh. In the beginning the pilot was in his cockpit laborious to imagine how he will exact fun of his wound like it is aught and it doesnt bother him at all and how he will involve fun from it with his comrades and wife.A some moments subsequently he know that wasnt the real slip and the hurting was so much until a degree he thought that he was going to recall come in so he inflexible to bail out in front that happens. average now regardless what he did, he lost consciousness before he landed. And when he regained his consciousness he found himself in a hospital where at that place was an soldiers do ctor and a have who took heraldic bearing of him for few days, the have got told him he is in Brighton. But dapple he was laying in his move back he listened to a preventive and he could recognize it from the audio of the engines as a German airplanes.And so he asked the nurse about it however she told him he might be mistaken. posterior next eve he perceive a noise again and it unhappy him greatly. After that he wanted to founder where he really is. He endured his pain and crawled to reach the windowpane and looked outside when he saw a sign where there was something written on it with white paint. He managed at abide to read the letter Garde au chien then he looked round and saw the little orchard on the left of a cottage, and just at that moment he realized he is in France. on that point was just fate running through his head, a convict which the intelligent ships officer of his squadron always reiterate to the pilots And if they get you, dont forget, just y our unwrap, rank and figure of speech. aught else. For Gods sake, say cryptograph else. Later that dawn an ordinary R A F officer from the strain Ministry came and told the pilot that he need to adjudicate a few questions to fill the set upon report. The pilot in the bed just said My name is Peter Williamson. My rank is Squadron Leader and my number is 972457. Mohanad Zeitoun, gruppe 120 th