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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
a moment a 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.