[Churchillspirit]

As a small child in WW11 Britain, I hated corned beef (came in a can and was full of fat). As real meat was strictly rationed, this was frequently on the menu.

My mum would cut the beef up into small pieces with two pieces considerably larger than the others. The smaller pieces were named for the German and Italian high-ups. The two larger pieces were Hitler and Mussolini.

It worked.

By the time I was four I knew the names of the Third Reich.

My bit for the war effort.

[jaydubya2]

That’s a great story!