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October 2011

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birdwing

I'm torn between sniffling and cheering.

This week I found out who Bill Millin is. Or was, I suppose; he passed away in mid-August.

Here's his obituary at the Economist.

Bill Millin played the bagpipes at the D-Day landings. He landed on Sword Beach, on June 6 of 1944, wearing a small ceremonial dagger and carrying his pipes, with no other weapons on him. He played for his brigade as they stormed the beach, as they crossed bridges under sniper fire; the German snipers later said they thought he was a madman, and so held their fire.

Gentlemen, this is why you do not fuck with the Scottish.

Good on you, Mr. Millin. In the past, I've wanted to laugh, hearing bagpipes. I don't think I will again.

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