Memories
Mood:  loud
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Back to work today, you may have noticed that I rarely work weekends, I manage to avoid doing that on religious grounds claiming that as an orthodox Jew I'm not allowed to work on Saturdays. Now some of my more jovial colleagues will claim that that is no different from any other day of the week, but as a lot of what I do is undercover how would they know. I bet none of them could have solved the Bagel bake case as quickly as me.
Scanning the Internet I came across something on the BBC news website that brought back some very fond memories for me. It reminded me that 25 years ago I bombed the crap out of some nuclear reactor in Iraq at some place called Osirak. I remember it as if it was yesterday. At the time I was working undercover on London's Underground system, I can't remember exactly what my cover was exactly, I seem to recall having these large things in my hand that someone said went against the wheels, anyway I got the call at work that I was needed to fly a special mission so could I pop down and do it for them. No problem, one of the good things about my Underground experience was that disappearing for a few days at a time didn't raise suspicion. So I made out I was blind or something, strapped on my jet pack and flew down to Israel. The exact tactics of the operation are still a great secret, but the story put out is that 8 planes were involved. I can exclusively reveal that that is not really true. I remember that in an attempt to keep losses to a minimum, and in an environmentally friendly move that was ahead of its time, we used a single hot air Balloon with a couple of water bombs hanging from underneath it. The Hot Air Balloon was self fueling, all I had to do from time to time was talk into a pipe. Just to make sure they knew it was us the Balloon was done up with a big Israeli flag. To cut a long story short I used the water bombs to deadly effect, from a height of 30,000 feet and just using my eyesight I successfully hit the nuclear power plants fusebox, shorting out the electricity supply to the place. We knew they'd never be able to repair the damage as they'd sent home the electrician the week before, and our intelligence told us that they couldn't afford the call out charge to get him back. Of course to make it seem like a success for the Israeli Air Force they maintain the place was truly bombed and have a reunion every year for the pilots involved, not many people know the truth, and I was sworn to secrecy
Anyway, fond memories indeed, I see the BBC are allegedly running a few stories about it this week, so I'll be keeping an eye on it, and will correct the story as necessary.

Shalom