Walting in the UK & DC
Someone from the UK sent this photo to TSO with this narrative;
You are GREAT at exposing ‘Stolen Valour’ for your people. Thought you might like to see one of ours…on Remembrance Sunday!!!
His top three medals are WWI…those below…don’t exist!
He’s also wearing my Regiment’s badge…on a Para beret, with a Gurkha lapel badge next to it. His tie is Scots Guards, and God only knows what the medals on the other side are!!!
We have Walts here, too!!
I’ll have to take his word for it. The word “Walt” is derived from James Thurber’s 1939 short story “The Secret Life of Walter Mitty” – I know that much.
ADDED: Here’s another one from DC yesterday posted to Facebook (Language Warning);
Post by Patrick Huber.
Category: Phony soldiers
Walting Matilda, Walting Matilda,
You’ll come a Walting Matilda with me,
And he sang as he watched and waited till his billy boil
You’ll come a Walting Matilda with me.
/with apologies to those down under and up top.
“Walting in the UK & DC” fits me perfectly.
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My hairpiece is becoming a star in its own right in my photo at the link.
I want to tell yiou I wasn’t Special Forces (wink, wink) so you should know that spent 18 years in Russian military uniform,
http://thetruthaboutsocnetlies.wordpress.com/2012/03/05/john-giduck-follows-not-sf-statement-with-18-years-in-russian-uniform-claim/
sincerely
John “Faker 6” Giduck
Well since it’s the UK
Bloody Dipshit
Bell End, wanking, prat, tosser.
/ Mustang1LT can be bilingual now.
😀 😀 😀
Thanks Chip, but I already know how to cuss in British. I can tell wankers to sod off with the best of them!
Ya missed “poofter” and “f**kwit”, ChipNASA. But the first may be more Aussie than Brit.
Ralph Phillips…the kid w/ a hyperactive imagination.
Yeah, you get the idea…sorry about the quality, the only ones I could find of these great Looney Tunes shorts.
What an idiot.
More where they came from.
An international stolen valor tournament, with the winners from the UK, the European Union, Down Under and North America competing? Probably not, there aren’t enough days in the year to handle the traffic.
Oh, let me, I said to my date. So I went up to the fellow in the red beret and smiled at him. Naturally, he smiled back.
‘So, you, uh, fought in World War I, huh?’ I said. ‘You sure do look good for someone your age.’
He blinked. He looked confused. He said, ‘No, I wasn’t in WWI. I was in (mumble,mumble,mumble). Why did you say that?’
‘You sure you weren’t in The Great War?’ I asked. ‘How did you survive the Spanish flu? Did you get a snootful of mustard gas? My grandfather knew the guy** who invented that, you know.’
‘No,’ says he, ‘I wasn’t in World War I! I was in (mumble,mumble,mumble).’ (Sounded a good deal like the Boer Wars this time.) ‘Why did you say that?’
‘Well, because, you see, those medals were issued to military in World War I. And those people have all passed on. So you’re either someone’s ghost – can I pinch you? – or you’re just another lying sack of bullshit, Mr. Walking Dead.’
So he quickly turns away, mumbling again, and disappears.
I love taking the mickey out of these jerks. Anyway, my date and I moved on and he bought me a pint at the nearest local.
**(It’s true. He did. Family friend.)
I can not get over thinking about the families of these people. They have to know this is all bullshit. My daughter and sons would have the wagon ready to haul my ass to the home if I started this. ‘Hey, Dad is pretending to be Chesty Puller again’. I couldn’t get away with this shit for a second.