A British army infantryman during the WWII who sported one of the most luxurious mustaches in military history. At one point during the Battle of Arnhem, Major Robert Cain decided that his days of being pounded into retreat by German tanks had come to an end. Instead, he apparently resolved to deal with any future tanks personally. At one point, two German tanks came in his direction. Cain found a spot near a house to lie in wait, while his friend went upstairs so he could tell the Major where to fire. Naturally, one of the tanks blasted the house, killing the friend instantly and dumping a stack of rocks on the waiting Major, who didn't flinch. Just like in the movies. Cain fired on the tank with a PIAT (like an old timey bazooka) and eventually destroyed it, but only after being wounded by machine gun fire. His attempts to take out the second tank were squashed by a defective round. And by "defective," we mean "it exploded in his face leaving him blinded and with chunks of metal in his grill." The Awesomeness That Followed: About a half hour later, Cain's sight came back, thus beginning a long, slow, painful road to recovery that would see him out of action for well over four years. Ha! Just joking! He got right the fuck up and went tank hunting. Throughout the night Cain roamed the field, taking on any German tanks he found one by one... using only his hands. Well, and a big ass anti-tank gun. By the next day, he had fired the PIAT so many times that his eardrums had burst, thus setting up false ending number two. Rather than seek treatment for his fucked up ears, Cain stuffed them with bandages and continued hunting for three damn days. This guy really fucking hated tanks. By the end of the battle, he'd overcome at least six German tanks and an untold number of self-propelled guns, which look a lot like tanks. Easy mistake when the piat ran out of ammo he proceeded to go tank hunting with a mortor he found in a trench and fired at tanks willy nilly from the hip... what a fucking legend
WHERE THE HELL IS MY BEL-AIR ---------- Post added at 10:43 ---------- Previous post was at 10:40 ---------- ah, here we are, courtesy of we3vil
here's a bit of brool about ww2 my great-grandfather won the firs ever vc of the second world war commanding the british naval forces against the pesky nazi's... Sunk two or three ships before he went down.. Bernard Warburton-Lee national war hero.. Init Blud http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Battles_of_Narvik
His moustache is fucking shit, if they fabricated the stuff about how good his moustache was then you cant really believe the rest of the story.
