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It was just before Memorial Day, and the 6th grade teacher decided it would be good for her class to hear a WWII vet tell about his experiences in the war. After making some contacts she found a WWII flying ace who was excited about talking to her class about WWII. Better yet, he was a German-American who had proudly served in the Battle of Britain fighting against Hitler and the Germans.
After being introduced to the class he sat down and started talking. "In 1940, the situation was really bad," he said. "The German air force was very strong. I remember one day when I was flying my Spitfire, when suddenly out of the clouds these Fokkers appeared."
Several schoolchildren giggled.
He continued, "I looked up and one was right above me. I pulled up, aimed, and shot down that Fokker. Then they swarmed everywhere! Suddenly I realized that there was another Fokker behind me."
By now the students were laughing out loud. Their teacher interrupted. "I think I should explain that 'Fokker' was the name of a German airplane."
"That's true," said the old pilot, "but these fokkers were flying Messerschmitts!"
After being introduced to the class he sat down and started talking. "In 1940, the situation was really bad," he said. "The German air force was very strong. I remember one day when I was flying my Spitfire, when suddenly out of the clouds these Fokkers appeared."
Several schoolchildren giggled.
He continued, "I looked up and one was right above me. I pulled up, aimed, and shot down that Fokker. Then they swarmed everywhere! Suddenly I realized that there was another Fokker behind me."
By now the students were laughing out loud. Their teacher interrupted. "I think I should explain that 'Fokker' was the name of a German airplane."
"That's true," said the old pilot, "but these fokkers were flying Messerschmitts!"