Win A Copy of Walking D-Day

At last - your chance to win a signed copy of my new book Walking D-Day.

To enter the competition you need to be a registered member of the forum but it is open to everyone here, no matter where they live.

So what do you have to do?

Caption for this photo please.

The one that really makes me laugh wins.

Competition ends midnight UK time on Friday and I will pick a winner over the weekend.

 

I see you are carrying a shooting rod!

Joe Brown

 

- Say, Monty, you do look ridiculous in that baggy beret of yours.

- Well, Georgie, that's a jolly good one! But does not come close to what our men think of your stupid toy revolvers.

- Boy, why is it that I'm always stuck between these two as***les?

 

Ike

"Monty........Got to admit it, your black beret is just the cats's whiskers !"

Monty

"Now that you mention it Sir, is that Patton's spare pistol in your holster ?"

 

Omar's troubles.

 

General Omar Bradley, referee of the European Smile-Off finals.

 

Monty shares his latest joke:

Knock, knock!

Who's there?

Ike.

Ike who?

I can't come over to France right now, it's far too dangerous.

 

I'm not sure if I should use the stars on this helmet to rate the bad jokes on this thread!

 

(Monty) Have you read Paul Reed's latest book, Walking D-Day? I'm sorry old boy, forgot you did not arrive in France until much later.

 

Monty to Patton. " I hear that you have a dog called Willy."

Patton. "Yes and he has no respect for rank and has just finished watering your nicely creased trousers."

Regards
Tom

 

"Lets not tell Brad he has some toilet roll trailing behind him!"

 

Monty: "...and then Winston said 'Well Nancy you are ugly but at least in the morning I shall be sober!'"

 

No. You pick which hand it's in!

Roxy

 

Patton: The best way to piss is with a slightly cocked knee

Monty: I think you'll find I can piss considerably further than you if I lean slightly back and squint.

Bradley: By George, George, I think he's onto something.

 

Omar Bradley: "Are you really sure you want to call this new dance craze the 'Dashing White Sergeant', Fellas?"

 

Despite their smiles, all three were regretting having taken part in the Syrup of Figs drinking contest.

Keith

 

Bradley: 'Oops, sorry Gents, that one just slipped out - I think it's the local wine'.

 

"Don't be bashful, Bradley. Show Monty the thong I crocheted for you, from my pattern."

 

Bradley: Monty, I'de like to introduce our new 3rd Army Commander

Monty: Ah Mr Hope! I've seen all your films, you're such a laugh.