I pretty much agree with you.
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Nonskimmer said:I'd be happy right now to just learn French. Maybe I'll get Maestro to give me lessons.
Why not me?
I quite like the French language, its fairly simple to learn.
Its the French accent that rather annoys me. Except the French Canadian accent, that is one of the greatest accents in the world
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That's it. Suck up to Maestro.
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Im not 
I prefer the harsh languages. I loved learning German (well it was sort of my first language) but I enjoyed Russian before I gave up and I wish to continue trying to learn it. One that I was always fascinated with is the very early English spoken a very long time ago. I dont really know what to call it but it was original languag spoken in Beowulf. I had to learn that story when I was school and it just fascinated me.
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Most people just call it Old English.
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What, "Ye olde" and all that?
No it was really harsh sounded more like German than anything. It was spoken in early England.
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It was probably a form of old Danish or Swedish.
It was really interesting whatever it was.
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DerAdlerIstGelandet said:
You mean Gailic (spelling?) ?
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Yeah, I hadn't thought of that. Duh!! ](/forum/images/smilies/eusa_wall.gif "Brick wall ](*,)")
Yeah I am pretty sure that was it. I can never remember but it was awesome.
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DerAdlerIstGelandet said:
Then you will like the song "larks tounges in aspic" - King Crimson.
Never heard it. Sorry.
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The Welsh language is extraordinarily strange.
As I am sitting here in my tent over in Tikrit, Iraq I just opened a Christmas card from a little girl back in the states and in the card there was a story. I know this has nothing to do with WW2 aviation but I wish to post this story in honor of all the soldiers no matter what country they come from who are away from there families during this holiday season.
A Soldiers Christmas Story
Twas the night before Christmas, He lived all alone, in a one bedroom house, made of plaster and stone. I had come down the chimney with presents to give, and too see who in this house did live. I looked all about a strange sight did I see, no tinsel, no presents, not even a tree. No stocking by the mantel, just boots filled with sand, on a wall hung pictures of far distant lands. With medals and badges, awards of all kinds, a sober thought came through my mind. For this house was different, it was dark and dreary, I found the home of a soldier, once I could see clearly. The soldier lay sleeping, silent, alone curled up on the floor in this one bedroom home.
The face was so gentle, the room in disorder, not how I pictured a United States soldier. Was this the soldier of whom I had just read? Curled up on a poncho, the floor for a bed? I realized the families that I saw this night owed there lives to these soldiers willing to fight. Soon round the world, the children would play, and grownups would celebrate a bright Christmas day. The all enjoyed freedom each month of the year, because of these soldiers, like the one laying here. I couldn't help wonder how many lay alone, on a cold Christmas eve in a land far from home. The very thought brought a tear to my eye, I dropped to my knees and started to cry. The soldier awakend and I heard a rough voice, :Santa don't cry, this life is my choice; I fight for freedom, I do not ask for more, my life is my God, my Country, My Corps." The soldier rolled over and drifted to sleep, I couldn't control it, I continued to weep. I kept watch for hours, so silent, so still, and we both shiverd from the cold nights chill. I didn't want to leave on that cold, dark, night, this guardian of honor so willing to fight. Then the soldier rolled over, with a voice soft and pure, whispered, "Carry on Santa, its Christmas day, all is secure." One look at my watch, and I knew he was right. "Merry Christmas my friend, and to all a good night."
A Soldiers Christmas Story
Twas the night before Christmas, He lived all alone, in a one bedroom house, made of plaster and stone. I had come down the chimney with presents to give, and too see who in this house did live. I looked all about a strange sight did I see, no tinsel, no presents, not even a tree. No stocking by the mantel, just boots filled with sand, on a wall hung pictures of far distant lands. With medals and badges, awards of all kinds, a sober thought came through my mind. For this house was different, it was dark and dreary, I found the home of a soldier, once I could see clearly. The soldier lay sleeping, silent, alone curled up on the floor in this one bedroom home.
The face was so gentle, the room in disorder, not how I pictured a United States soldier. Was this the soldier of whom I had just read? Curled up on a poncho, the floor for a bed? I realized the families that I saw this night owed there lives to these soldiers willing to fight. Soon round the world, the children would play, and grownups would celebrate a bright Christmas day. The all enjoyed freedom each month of the year, because of these soldiers, like the one laying here. I couldn't help wonder how many lay alone, on a cold Christmas eve in a land far from home. The very thought brought a tear to my eye, I dropped to my knees and started to cry. The soldier awakend and I heard a rough voice, :Santa don't cry, this life is my choice; I fight for freedom, I do not ask for more, my life is my God, my Country, My Corps." The soldier rolled over and drifted to sleep, I couldn't control it, I continued to weep. I kept watch for hours, so silent, so still, and we both shiverd from the cold nights chill. I didn't want to leave on that cold, dark, night, this guardian of honor so willing to fight. Then the soldier rolled over, with a voice soft and pure, whispered, "Carry on Santa, its Christmas day, all is secure." One look at my watch, and I knew he was right. "Merry Christmas my friend, and to all a good night."
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Evidently info is quite limited even in Russian, but here is what he's found so far:
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Cool thanks for the info the 287. The Lippisch aircraft was an interesting design. I dont know whether the design would have been very good but it was an interesting German design.
Lippisch Dm-1
Type: Single-seat test airframe
Origin: Lippisch
Models: DM-1
First Flight: -
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Engine: None
Dimensions:
Wing span: 6.00m
Length: 6.32m
Height: 3.25m
Wing Surface Area: N/A
Weights:
Empty Weight: 375 kg.
Flying Weight: 460 kg.
Performance:
Climb Rate: N/A
Max. Speed: 560 kph*
Landing Speed: 72kph*
*Calculated.
Lippisch Dm-1
Type: Single-seat test airframe
Origin: Lippisch
Models: DM-1
First Flight: -
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Engine: None
Dimensions:
Wing span: 6.00m
Length: 6.32m
Height: 3.25m
Wing Surface Area: N/A
Weights:
Empty Weight: 375 kg.
Flying Weight: 460 kg.
Performance:
Climb Rate: N/A
Max. Speed: 560 kph*
Landing Speed: 72kph*
*Calculated.
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