|Boy Soldiers of the Wehrmacht|
In a Captured Sugar Maple Grove
What? Are you kidding? I know you're probably saying to yourselves, "Why didn't I learn about this in school? Is this another failure of public education? Oh my word, what's next?"
Um, no. None of the above.
Actually when I was visiting the ancestral lands up north for Thanksgiving, The Olde Vermonter trotted out that photo above. That's him on the left, holding what is (I believe) a toy M-14. The Musician is that dashing lad on the right, with the camouflaged Thompson submachinegun. Yup, my two kid brothers. Wearing those toy German helmets my Dad brought back from Milwaukee. (Hhmm, why Milwaukee?)
I'm not sure where I might have been for that photo, as it looks exactly like the type of mischief I would have been up to back in those days. Now I have written about the "old days" before, back in May it was. But I had quite forgotten the toy M-14s we once had. This photo reminded me of that awesome faux firearm from "back in the day".
|The Marx M-14|
|The Business End of the Marx M-14|
Now the first kid on the street to have one of these was Curt. He lived down at the bottom of the street and didn't really hang out with "The Magnificent Seven" from "up the street". Top of the hill boys we were. Didn't have no truck with them fellers down in the low lands!
Actually Curt's family was the first to live on our street, the street itself bore his family's name. So he'd been around for a while and already had his own circle of friends, down there on the lower streets. We hill folk were all newbies to them. We did mingle from time to time though. Perhaps like Cro Magnons and Neanderthals may have hung out together, back when Buck, Virgil, Joe and Skip were still young fellas. (Ahem, those guys are all several years older than I. The last wooly mammoth had died many months before I was born. About the time Greg was born. I think.)
At any rate, Curt stopped by once and asked if we felt like playing army. Well, he did have that magnificent toy shooting iron (with the orange tip that would move, kinda like flame shooting out the barrel, along with that cool takka-takka-takka sound it made).
Naturally from that day forth, The Olde Vermonter and I pleaded with the parental units for our own M-14s. After all, while we did have our Tommy guns, they were certainly out-ranged by the M-14. Really, we told our Mom and Dad, do you want to create an arms gap between the hill folk and them thar flatlanders?
Well, eventually we did get M-14s. The Musician was still a bit young for that kind of thing, he had to use hand-me-downs, like the camouflaged Tommy gun. Still, better than anything else on the street, other than the M-14 of course.
Of course, when my brothers and I weren't out seizing my grandparent's sugar maples for the Reich, we also indulged in les affaires aériennes**. Things that flew were always popular with my brothers and I.
So imagine our wonder and delight when Mom and Dad bestowed Steve Canyon helmets upon us one fine Christmas. I mentioned those back in May, but my Mom (who, by the way, is somewhat miffed about not having her very own "nom de blog" - I need to work on that) found the following photo of The Olde Vermonter and I this past Thanksgiving.
|Yours Truly (Aircraft Commander, left seat) and The Olde Vermonter (YOT)***|
The picture above is what we actually looked like. The next couple of photos are a pretty accurate depiction of what was going on in our imaginations!
Ah, good times!
The Fine Print
In the interests of full disclosure, The Olde Vermonter and I debated what this post should be titled. My first thought was Hitler's Maple Syrup. Nope, too "hitlerish". The Olde Vermonter then suggested Sap Nazis. Nope, too much of a Seinfeld rip-off. Hey, I know let's call it Nazi Saps! Ya know, it belittles Nazis and is funny too.
In the final analysis, none of that worked for me. So I started playing around with Google Translate (like I need an excuse to play with that!) The result is what you see.
I had no idea that maple syrup in German was Ahornsirup. Or as Buck might say, "I had no ideer..."
My brothers and I, militaristic? No, what gave you that idea?
* The great maple syrup offensive of spring 1945. An event which never happened. I swear!
** Aerial affairs, you know how I love to inject foreign stuff into the blog!
*** YOT = You Over There, the Weapon Systems Officer in the F-111, aka the WSO.