Read this. Superb article told by a Vietnamese guerilla. http://www.cracked.com/personal-exp...about-vietnam-war-i-learned-as-viet-cong.html
If you like that sort of thing, get your hands on a book called Devil's Guard. Its the true story of german SS soldiers who escaped Germany at the end of WW2 by joining the French Foreign Legion and ended up fighting the Viet Cong.
Winkles or willicks? What do you call these little bastards? https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Common_periwinkle Had some last night, lovely. They were always winkles to me but Jerry insists on calling them willicks.
Yes. Always a good laugh as a young'un to go willick picking. And a bucket full of crabs. Take the crabs up to the main road and let them free. A kind of a suicide run. Evil things we did for a laugh. Willicks are nice. Bit of a pain to eat. But nice all the same.
Willicks (winkles really . . . . for posh bastards, perhaps) are lovely, but I prefer whelks Bugger sunday dinner . . . . I fancy a big bag of whelks now I know what I'll be having, though . . . . fecking women
I'm not a lover of cider, but if I do have a pint it is usually a strong rough scrumpy that I go for..