Jackboots on Whitehall Page #3

Ooh, good morrow, kind sir.

Alors.

Ja, that's it! Keep drilling!

London can't be far now!

How's that foreigner getting on

down there, Albert?

He's getting on all right,

by the looks of things.

Another cup of tea, Christopher?

- No, thanks.

- You all right, my lad?

'Ere, I know what's wrong.

He's all loved up with that vicar's daughter.

Ah, leave it out.

Can't join the army, can't join the navy,

can't even get in the blinkin' Home Guard.

Sorry, Chris, but you know

the army's rules about hands.

Yeah, fingers too big

to fit in the trigger guard.

Now that's just nonsense.

They're a fine set of paws

you got there, lad,

don't let anybody tell you no different.

How the hell can I fight a NaZi invasion

with a pitchfork and a tractor?

Invasion?

Nah, there won't be no invasion, lad.

Yeah, they won't get past us.

There's absolutely nothing

we ain't thought of.

English Chronicle! English Chronicle!

Invasion looms! Read all about it!

- English Chronicle!

- Oh, God, another day at the office.

Drives me up the bleedin' wall.

Veg! Get your lovely veg!

'Ere y'are, darlin', you need your greens.

Dutch tulips!

Get 'em while they're good!

Get your veg! Come on!

Oh, I say, what is that noise?

What's that?

What the?

What's this? Some kind of earthquake?

I say, Pomfrey, do you hear what I hear?

What the dickens?

Holy sh*t.

Jesus Christ!

F***in' Ada!

Look! Nelson's Column.

Herr Himmler, success.

We are in London.

Ahhh, excellent!

Right through Ze Northern Line.

They'll be having delays on Zat

for Ze next hundred years!

Kill Zem! Kill Zem all!

God's teeth!

Feuer!

Do not run,

Ze German army is your friend,

Ugh, look at all them NaZis.

Hey, don't worry, kid. I'm an American.

Old Billy Fiske is gonna go get

some payback. Yeah!

My flowers!

My beautiful flowers!

Buggers are here! Tunnelled right up

into our back entrance.

What? Retirement shall have to wait.

It is time for action.

Sir, no, your place is here. We can't risk

losing you. You must stay in the bunker.

We have no army left. Who else

is going to defend Downing Street?

We still have Major Rupee

and his brave Punjabi guards.

I guarantee they will stand and fight.

Brave men of the Punjab,

we are the last of the remaining Empire,

the only soldiers England has left.

Their army has surrendered, helpless,

on the shores of Dunkirk.

So now this honour

has been bestowed on us -

us, the men of the Raj.

And when the time comes

we will all do our duty for England

and protect Churchill Sahib

at all costs!

Whoo-ee!

What in the name of?

Bloody 'ell, it's Billy Fiske!

Well, if it ain't Major Rupee

and his pack of Injuns.

You mean to tell me that out of

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