War stories
Ukraine, social media and the Angels of Mons
It's true, sister. We all saw it. First there was a sort of a yellow mist like, sort of risin' before the Germans as they came to the top of the hill, come on like a solid wall they did – springing out of the earth just solid, no end to 'em. I just gave up. No use fighting the whole German race, thinks I; it's all…