bog irish....I had the fear of god bombed out of me during WW2.My only little athletics was racing like a scared little rat to the nearest air-raid shelter because I was scared,not just of the noise or the planes or the scream of the falling bombs or the roar of the anti aircraft guns, but because I couldn't always get home and had to get to the nearest shelter. The V1 un-manned bombs were scary but the V2 rockets were terrorfying as the made no noise;you just heard a god almighty explosion as it hit the ground. And while all that was going on southern ire-land was giving succour to german Uboats. If that wasn't enough I did my national service in Germany,on the border of the British and Russian occupied zones during the cold war; and that is another scary story.Iv'e tasted fear until I would throw up on it.SO BE NICE TO JIMMY or I'll give you a smacko.
