the Telegraph obit of Count Robert de la Rochefoucauld..

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Nihal

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Nice read,Robert fooled a lot of people then:ohmy:
 

DCLane

Found in the Yorkshire hills ...
I wonder what some of today's benefits & Jerem Kyle's TV recipients would make of those exploits.

(note - the 'some', many need them and deserve them IMHO before I get comments)
 

Ajay

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Wow, a very impressive pair of Counts/Knuts.



(sorry)
 

dawesome

Senior Member
Instead he faked an epileptic fit and, when the guard opened the door to his cell, hit him over the head with a table leg before breaking his neck. (“Thank Goodness for that pitilessly efficient training,” he noted). After putting on the German’s uniform, La Rochefoucauld walked into the guardroom and shot the two other German jailers. He then simply walked out of the fort, through the deserted town, and to the address of an underground contact.

shut up.
 

dawesome

Senior Member
Nancy Wake:

She led 7,000 guerrilla fighters in battles against the Nazis in the northern Auvergne, just before the D-Day landings in 1944. On one occasion, she strangled an SS sentry with her bare hands. On another, she cycled 500 miles to replace lost codes.

Nancy recalled later in life that her parachute had snagged in a tree. The French resistance fighter who freed her said he wished all trees bore "such beautiful fruit". Nancy retorted: "Don't give me that French shoot."

http://www.independent.co.uk/news/w...o-led-7000-men-against-the-nazis-2334156.html
 
Ah, Kon-Tiki. Years of heroic effort that all came to nought when genetics came along and showed the Polynesians had migrated from Asia not South America. Good Boys Own stuff though, what?
 
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dellzeqq

dellzeqq

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1913467 said:
A familly who kept their own carriage for rail journeys. How jealous would Miranda be?
I knew a chap who had grown up as a refugee that his father ruled (to be honest I was intent on purloining his daughter's virtue, and listening to his tedious reminiscences seemed a small price to pay). His childhood was spent in a railway carriage, shunted all over Europe. His abiding memory was of his father's feet sticking out of the bottom of the bed, which, being railway standard issue, was short, far too short for his old man............
 
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