Tony Grist (poliphilo) wrote,
Tony Grist

A War Movie A Little Muddled

I dreamed I was parachuting into occupied France on a secret mission or- possibly- escaping from Colditz Castle. Either way I was faced with making a daring descent from somewhere very high up. Having worried myself sick about this I jumped forward in time and found myself in Paris, dodging Austrian troops with the help of my contacts in the Resistance. I knew that I would be safe- or at least safer- if I could manage to make my way south to Bourges...

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