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Mrs. Barrymore, who wanted to drive by the unknown late at night
London Bridge, stops Private Jones.
- I'm sorry, but you can't come here, ma'am, he says politely to the lady.
- Why is this? I really need to go to that side. I'm going to my husband's for work!
- Sorry, ma'am, once again. We now have training, and this bridge WAS blown up directly(//tractor-service.com)
hit by an Iraqi aerial bomb.
- What kind of children's games! Mrs. Barrymore was indignant. Where is your lieutenant? In this
moment the lieutenant appears, but he quietly passes by, ignoring the nonsense
cried Mrs. Barrymore. Finally, he turns around and says with annoyance:
- I can't talk to you, ma'am.
- But why?!
- I was killed half an hour ago.