The Cheezy Blog

A WW2 RAF Veteran was visiting a Convent School to give a speech on his experiences during the war.

He spoke of terrible tales of bloodshed, destruction and nail biting dogfights.

As he neared the end of his speech, he added:

“Oh, I almost forgot to mention the most memorable flight.. my first sortee in the, at the time, brand new Spitfire MKV we had all been waiting for.

We took off, and got into formation. We made our way for the coast of Devon, our mission for the day was to provide air support for a much needed convoy that was set to depart for Malta.

Whilst we were above the fleet, we began messing around, as one does, performing the odd aerobatical manuever, getting to grips with this new wonderful aircraft.

Suddenly over the radio, Lt. Smythe is screaming “FOKKERS!! FOKKERS!! DUE WEST, HIGH!”

He was right, diving down at us from the Sun were a flotilla of Fokkers.”

A quiet mumble soon turns into a haze of whispers amongst the girls as they all have a look of confusuion on their face.

The head sister stands up to address the girls:

“Girls, quiet please. To cease this confusion: A Fokker is a type of German War plane. Captain, please continue.”

“Thank you, sister. You are right.. a Fokker is a type of German war plane, but these fokkers were in Messerchmidts!”