My adorable little 99 year old friend Andrée Dumon was in the Comet Line getting allied airmen to safety- just turned 18 (petite and looking younger), she would get them from Brussels to Paris, from where they would be taken down to Spain. In 1942 she was betrayed, had to survive a winter death march and 2 concentration camps. Her father who was arrested with her, died in a concentration camp, her sister Michou avoided arrest and won the George Medal, Andrée (codename Nadine) the OBE. You can see some youtube videos (in French or English) with Andrée talking about her experiences and capture. it was her friend Andrée de Jongh who with her father started the Comet Line; she too survived concentration camps.
Kessler was my favourite played by Clifford Rose. I saw the series when I was about 10 or 11, it was shown on a Friday night at about 8pm on BBC1, so Secret Army meant to me the end of the school week. One then could relax, feeling very wistful.
The pair of them are so amazingly good. Clifford Rose is so matter of fact, which makes him even more frightening. Bernard Hepton, you can see what's going through his head. Actually I'd have run this scene on slightly ; Hepton's reaction when he gets back to the Candide and his short scene with Angela Richards (neither says anything) just adds the cherry on top.
We have just had the sad news of Ron Pember's death at the age of 87. As Alain in the series, he incarnated the more down-to-earth Belgians. In real life, there were two Secret Armies in Belgium, one, the experts in distraction, portrayed as Lifeline, and the other, the fighting SOE. My mother was the neice of the couple close to the Royal Family who ran what remained of a major newspaper, La Libre Belgique (Free Belgium), her grandfather having won the Chevalier de L'Ordre de Léopold with oak leaves, twice, by direct order of the King on the field of battle in the Yser, October 1914, for events around Ramskapelle in the two days before the sea sluices at Nieupoort were blown, flooding the Yser marshlands and turning Flanders into the imfamous sea of mud. Recovering from his wounds in the Sussex Country House set, this epitome of Gallant Little Belgium built a network of contacts which would spark tourism after the war. In his absence, his second daughter joined the team which won the 1919 Nobel Prize for Medicine, and when her father took on the Mayorship of Ostend, where the family had run the Pacquebots, the packet ferries which were mixed up in the news from Waterloo a century earlier, his investment in the Casino meant the King, whose holiday home at Koksijde meant he'd come to Ostend to gamble, became a star attraction - le Touquet could only field courtesans (Gigi). The medic's elder sister fell for one, and the society wedding of the year was scheduled, when the Catholic Church did it's usual thing. She was forced to undergo a special catechistic course as she'd be leading a Catholic Family in Pagan England (their exact words) which turned out to be as Special as Russia's current Special Military Operation in Ukraine, an excuse to rape the target. Both miscalculated, the rather eminent churchman discovered the hard way that like father, like daughter, his raping days were done. Daughter was caught throwing her hand-emboidered trousseau into a suitcase headed at all speed for the ferries, she'd f'ing well get married in a Registry Office in London. Scandal! She was bought off by the promise the Church would make no more claims over her or her family, a commitment they dishonoured within two generations. Grandpa died in 1939, and the elder sister was disinherited by her more eminent sibling. Matters would suddenly reverse the next year, when the Germans successfully invaded, leaving the Port Authorities in Ostend with no contacts in the UK, as the Consulate was withdrawn - other than the old Mayor's daughter, who suddenly found her home becoming a refugee clearing centre, rather fortunately as it offered a way around the rationing. MI9 got to know the family well, and when my mum was 15, she faded from sight. Her education finished, this fluent Belgian-speaking Brit didn't go to work, replacing a man to fight, she suddenly reappears in 1946 as the PA to the Indian High Commissioner Krishna Mennon, a post which wouldn't have gone to just anyone, before moving to Geneva as a founding staffer of the ILO. She never talked, but other periferal hints gave the game away. We were manning the Registration Desk of the 1966 FISITA Conference dad had organised, in London, when a tall Russian reached the head of the line. The secretary doing the registration asked his name and title, Yuri Ivanov, Akademician. The secretary floundered, Doctor? Professor? I stepped in, affirming Akademician was fine. One of the twelve Nazgul, the Heads of the State Industrial sectors, a proto-Oligarch. I completed his registration as our minds could meet. And your colleague? Referring to a figure just behind. Oh, heem? Oh no-no-no-no-no. Trench coat, sunglasses, trilby, baby's first KGB spook. And so that evening I was introduced into the protocols of the Security Services. And that was the first step in how the Fiat 125 design was stolen by Russia, to become the Lada. That wasn't the only hint she'd had the kind of war you don't talk about. Great personal bitterness, the kind only someone who'd experienced it could know, about the Germans starving the Low Countries in the winter of 1944-5, "You're cattle, so eat the cattle food" - endless swede. A Christmas card list with no end of addresses in the Kempen and Provence. A wedding present from the owner of the Resistance Café in Kensington, a damask table set unavailable under rationing. She'd not spent the war idly. My own activities took a similar path. I found myself on a military path aged 14, and in the TAVR OTC soon earned myself a reputation as an intelligencer, monitoring the Training Staff radio chatter to avoid their ambushes. My industrial training year saw me under the observation of an SAS Staff Sergeant, watching my lunchtime interaction with Eddie George and Mervyn King, at that time middle managers in the Bank of England Birmingham branch. He tried to recruit me, I demurred because I had a degree course to finish, but at the end of it, things stepped up. My undergraduate thesis into an aspect of East-West Trade earned me an MI5 Viva, I passed out top of the UK School of Infantry Platoon Commander's course for positioning my infantry section perfectly ten feet from a Gurkha platoon I didn't know was there until we came out of the smoke and started stepping on helmets, their wearers looking the other way, and then was awarded the loan of a red beret for leading my group of fellow officer cadets to join 3 Para on a rehearsal stand-to. We'd driven in the gates to find the Battalion on parade ready to roll, so we dived into combat kit and announced ourselves, their kind of people. I came back to my Commissioning interview, the SAS have bid for you. I asked for a chance to check. I was as good as they thought, I got the Regular IRA to talk. They'd made a framework agreement with Robert Nairac, a proto-Stormont Agreement, but Fred Mulley, the Labour Defence minister had taken it badly (that bit came from dad, now a specialist materials technology specialist co-opted onto umpteen Pariamentary Select Committees, and working with Prince Philip on the latter's plans to improve the Engineering Profession. They had common ground in my paternal grandfather when Philip was a fatherless middie, guided by the Officers' Mess CPO at Portsmouth, grandpa. Dad then handled Charles' induction into the Engineering sector). Mulley's team then did a Thomas-a Becket, selling him to the Provisionals, who murdered him, mightily upsetting the Republicans. I agreed with Robert, as, more significantly, has history, it took another twenty years and two thousand lives for the Stormont Agreement to stabilise matters. As a result, I didn't get mixed up in the Secret War in Northern Ireland documented in Aaron Edwards' Agents of influence, but instead sharpened in the Cola Wars, which initially brought WEU's Head of Registry into my awareness, and then, a romantic relationship with the PA to the Head of Council Secretariat, which led to the SG's table, where, finding him unable to come to me in my speciality areas, I went to him with the 1978 thesis, which has braved vicissitude to become an imminent probability: the Iron Curtain was about to fall. I wasn't just a potential spouse, I'm the only spouse in 72 years to pass the demands of the Rosenberg Interdict. And so, we were moving to Brussels, where my hyperserendipity landed me in my inimical great-aunt's circle, so petrifying her we had her on our doorstep within days, wanting an explanation. I'd outplayed her, because I'd landed in the circle where Lifeline handed over to Comet line. Our local GP had a plaque among his other qualifications recognising his work, and the Belgians honoured those who had fought back. Our office nurse was the daughter of Countess d'Ursel, the SOE Commander, Mum was recognised, her secret out. One of the jailbait screen distracting inconvenient Germans from their target taking another road. There were about thirty in the Kempen, the area east of Aarschot, who rounded up downed aircrew and fed them into the real net - but I never did learn the real name of lifeline. One of the locals still owned a house in St Jean de Luz! Both ends of the Comet Line, and then we stumbled across the owner of the Chateau de Gué Péan, the SOE Commander in Paris and the Loire. The next link of the trail, in the back of beyond.
You might notice that during this scene, it was raining fairly hard. The scene was supposed to be set on a beautiful day, sun in the sky. However when they came to film the scene, the weather turned nasty. So a slight re-write of the script seen at 3:20 was done, and the scene continued.
Clifford Rose played Kessler so well, it was like he enjoyed the cakes and coffee, then told everyone to watch the executions. He was the banality of evil and then afterwards probably went to Albert's restaurant to drink champagne.
Excellent series, both my parents were children during the war. My French mother used to recall Jackboots in the Metro, Paris Underground. " never underestimate evil" she would tell us.
0:44 - The SS enjoyed having the finest foods and drinks around. Even in the midst of war, the SS ate and drank well whilst the population they subjugated starved and were forced to live off rations. All seen here in this short display of cakes etc for afternoon tea.
@@mickjenner6697 From Wikipedia 'In total, 30,000 members of the (Belgium) resistance were captured during the war, of whom 16,000 were executed or died in captivity. The Germans requisitioned the former Belgian army Fort Breendonk, near Mechelen, which was used for torture and interrogation of political prisoners and members of the resistance.] Around 3,500 inmates passed through the camp at Breendonk where they were kept in extremely degrading conditions. Around 300 people were killed in the camp itself, with at least 98 of them dying from deprivation or torture.' It probably seemed pretty damn real to them.
@@mrb.5610 my father spent 10 years in Germany as a occupying force 🤔 British army over the rhine where there how long , ? My point being you really think they would execute prisoners in front of a tea party , or the fact that after war the British and allies actually sort out gestapo members to have them teach their methods, due to fact that allie methods were usless and the methods of non torture and simply using certain questions to find the lie , was more productive , But it's OK, the germans were TV bad , the allies awesome and thank heavens we dint require yellow stars , or paper work , now we just callbthem masks and health paper , Oh , fuck off
Is this based on a real event or just a licence for making things up..? Wonder if this happens at Buckingham Palace garden parties… just before the honours are announced..😂😂
Gestapo executed and tortured to put fear into the heads of people under their occupation. Kessler here is doing it to make a point. All the people invited to the party were informers (Hepton’s character was a Belgian resistance fighter in charge of an escape line). The informers are basically being told “keep giving us information or you’ll end up being next”. Need to see the whole episode to understand. Watch it.
Er........Excuse me! The Regular German Army would REFUSE to carry out such acts. The Regular Germany Army hated the SS with a passion. I demand this video taken down!!!
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Arguably the best series ever made
A great series.Class acting from the cast.
My adorable little 99 year old friend Andrée Dumon was in the Comet Line getting allied airmen to safety- just turned 18 (petite and looking younger), she would get them from Brussels to Paris, from where they would be taken down to Spain. In 1942 she was betrayed, had to survive a winter death march and 2 concentration camps. Her father who was arrested with her, died in a concentration camp, her sister Michou avoided arrest and won the George Medal, Andrée (codename Nadine) the OBE. You can see some youtube videos (in French or English) with Andrée talking about her experiences and capture. it was her friend Andrée de Jongh who with her father started the Comet Line; she too survived concentration camps.
I think Andree de Jongh might have been an advisor to this series, the name rings a bell.
The saddest thing is that we are heading into this kind of Nazism AGAIN! When will we ever learn?
My god the acting here from Rose and Hepton. Top, top drawer!
Who doesn't enjoy tea, cakes, scones, cream and a few executions during their afternoon tea?
I didn’t realise what a brilliant parody of this show ‘allo allo’ was until I’ve watched this again
Terrifying scene. Definitely put all the guests on notice.
Kessler was my favourite played by Clifford Rose. I saw the series when I was about 10 or 11, it was shown on a Friday night at about 8pm on BBC1, so Secret Army meant to me the end of the school week. One then could relax, feeling very wistful.
I love Bernard Hepton
Legendary Bernard Hepton
The pair of them are so amazingly good. Clifford Rose is so matter of fact, which makes him even more frightening. Bernard Hepton, you can see what's going through his head.
Actually I'd have run this scene on slightly ; Hepton's reaction when he gets back to the Candide and his short scene with Angela Richards (neither says anything) just adds the cherry on top.
We have just had the sad news of Ron Pember's death at the age of 87. As Alain in the series, he incarnated the more down-to-earth Belgians.
In real life, there were two Secret Armies in Belgium, one, the experts in distraction, portrayed as Lifeline, and the other, the fighting SOE. My mother was the neice of the couple close to the Royal Family who ran what remained of a major newspaper, La Libre Belgique (Free Belgium), her grandfather having won the Chevalier de L'Ordre de Léopold with oak leaves, twice, by direct order of the King on the field of battle in the Yser, October 1914, for events around Ramskapelle in the two days before the sea sluices at Nieupoort were blown, flooding the Yser marshlands and turning Flanders into the imfamous sea of mud. Recovering from his wounds in the Sussex Country House set, this epitome of Gallant Little Belgium built a network of contacts which would spark tourism after the war. In his absence, his second daughter joined the team which won the 1919 Nobel Prize for Medicine, and when her father took on the Mayorship of Ostend, where the family had run the Pacquebots, the packet ferries which were mixed up in the news from Waterloo a century earlier, his investment in the Casino meant the King, whose holiday home at Koksijde meant he'd come to Ostend to gamble, became a star attraction - le Touquet could only field courtesans (Gigi).
The medic's elder sister fell for one, and the society wedding of the year was scheduled, when the Catholic Church did it's usual thing. She was forced to undergo a special catechistic course as she'd be leading a Catholic Family in Pagan England (their exact words) which turned out to be as Special as Russia's current Special Military Operation in Ukraine, an excuse to rape the target. Both miscalculated, the rather eminent churchman discovered the hard way that like father, like daughter, his raping days were done. Daughter was caught throwing her hand-emboidered trousseau into a suitcase headed at all speed for the ferries, she'd f'ing well get married in a Registry Office in London. Scandal! She was bought off by the promise the Church would make no more claims over her or her family, a commitment they dishonoured within two generations.
Grandpa died in 1939, and the elder sister was disinherited by her more eminent sibling. Matters would suddenly reverse the next year, when the Germans successfully invaded, leaving the Port Authorities in Ostend with no contacts in the UK, as the Consulate was withdrawn - other than the old Mayor's daughter, who suddenly found her home becoming a refugee clearing centre, rather fortunately as it offered a way around the rationing. MI9 got to know the family well, and when my mum was 15, she faded from sight. Her education finished, this fluent Belgian-speaking Brit didn't go to work, replacing a man to fight, she suddenly reappears in 1946 as the PA to the Indian High Commissioner Krishna Mennon, a post which wouldn't have gone to just anyone, before moving to Geneva as a founding staffer of the ILO. She never talked, but other periferal hints gave the game away. We were manning the Registration Desk of the 1966 FISITA Conference dad had organised, in London, when a tall Russian reached the head of the line. The secretary doing the registration asked his name and title, Yuri Ivanov, Akademician. The secretary floundered, Doctor? Professor? I stepped in, affirming Akademician was fine. One of the twelve Nazgul, the Heads of the State Industrial sectors, a proto-Oligarch. I completed his registration as our minds could meet. And your colleague? Referring to a figure just behind. Oh, heem? Oh no-no-no-no-no. Trench coat, sunglasses, trilby, baby's first KGB spook. And so that evening I was introduced into the protocols of the Security Services. And that was the first step in how the Fiat 125 design was stolen by Russia, to become the Lada.
That wasn't the only hint she'd had the kind of war you don't talk about. Great personal bitterness, the kind only someone who'd experienced it could know, about the Germans starving the Low Countries in the winter of 1944-5, "You're cattle, so eat the cattle food" - endless swede. A Christmas card list with no end of addresses in the Kempen and Provence. A wedding present from the owner of the Resistance Café in Kensington, a damask table set unavailable under rationing. She'd not spent the war idly.
My own activities took a similar path. I found myself on a military path aged 14, and in the TAVR OTC soon earned myself a reputation as an intelligencer, monitoring the Training Staff radio chatter to avoid their ambushes. My industrial training year saw me under the observation of an SAS Staff Sergeant, watching my lunchtime interaction with Eddie George and Mervyn King, at that time middle managers in the Bank of England Birmingham branch. He tried to recruit me, I demurred because I had a degree course to finish, but at the end of it, things stepped up. My undergraduate thesis into an aspect of East-West Trade earned me an MI5 Viva, I passed out top of the UK School of Infantry Platoon Commander's course for positioning my infantry section perfectly ten feet from a Gurkha platoon I didn't know was there until we came out of the smoke and started stepping on helmets, their wearers looking the other way, and then was awarded the loan of a red beret for leading my group of fellow officer cadets to join 3 Para on a rehearsal stand-to. We'd driven in the gates to find the Battalion on parade ready to roll, so we dived into combat kit and announced ourselves, their kind of people. I came back to my Commissioning interview, the SAS have bid for you. I asked for a chance to check.
I was as good as they thought, I got the Regular IRA to talk. They'd made a framework agreement with Robert Nairac, a proto-Stormont Agreement, but Fred Mulley, the Labour Defence minister had taken it badly (that bit came from dad, now a specialist materials technology specialist co-opted onto umpteen Pariamentary Select Committees, and working with Prince Philip on the latter's plans to improve the Engineering Profession. They had common ground in my paternal grandfather when Philip was a fatherless middie, guided by the Officers' Mess CPO at Portsmouth, grandpa. Dad then handled Charles' induction into the Engineering sector). Mulley's team then did a Thomas-a Becket, selling him to the Provisionals, who murdered him, mightily upsetting the Republicans. I agreed with Robert, as, more significantly, has history, it took another twenty years and two thousand lives for the Stormont Agreement to stabilise matters. As a result, I didn't get mixed up in the Secret War in Northern Ireland documented in Aaron Edwards' Agents of influence, but instead sharpened in the Cola Wars, which initially brought WEU's Head of Registry into my awareness, and then, a romantic relationship with the PA to the Head of Council Secretariat, which led to the SG's table, where, finding him unable to come to me in my speciality areas, I went to him with the 1978 thesis, which has braved vicissitude to become an imminent probability: the Iron Curtain was about to fall. I wasn't just a potential spouse, I'm the only spouse in 72 years to pass the demands of the Rosenberg Interdict.
And so, we were moving to Brussels, where my hyperserendipity landed me in my inimical great-aunt's circle, so petrifying her we had her on our doorstep within days, wanting an explanation. I'd outplayed her, because I'd landed in the circle where Lifeline handed over to Comet line. Our local GP had a plaque among his other qualifications recognising his work, and the Belgians honoured those who had fought back. Our office nurse was the daughter of Countess d'Ursel, the SOE Commander, Mum was recognised, her secret out. One of the jailbait screen distracting inconvenient Germans from their target taking another road. There were about thirty in the Kempen, the area east of Aarschot, who rounded up downed aircrew and fed them into the real net - but I never did learn the real name of lifeline. One of the locals still owned a house in St Jean de Luz! Both ends of the Comet Line, and then we stumbled across the owner of the Chateau de Gué Péan, the SOE Commander in Paris and the Loire. The next link of the trail, in the back of beyond.
Another series I remember is Private Schulz from 1981 starring Michael Elphick and Ian Richardson .
The uniforms are so authentic. Scary.
This is the series that the British comedy - ‘allo ‘allo is based on. Funny to see the similarities and differences.
You might notice that during this scene, it was raining fairly hard. The scene was supposed to be set on a beautiful day, sun in the sky. However when they came to film the scene, the weather turned nasty. So a slight re-write of the script seen at 3:20 was done, and the scene continued.
A pretty effective unscheduled change of conditions in the end.
Clifford Rose played Kessler so well, it was like he enjoyed the cakes and coffee, then told everyone to watch the executions. He was the banality of evil and then afterwards probably went to Albert's restaurant to drink champagne.
Kessler the series doesn't quite cut the mustard compared to this. Truly excellent programming from when the BBC made things to be proud of.
He reminds me of members of the UK's Conservative party.
He liked his deserts in real life too. One of his favourites was treacle puddling. :)
"I have an unhappy duty to perform." Euphemism of the afternoon. Kessler at his most evil!
@@COIcultist Not so today!
' For evil to flourish it is only necessary for good people to do nothing.'
Excellent series, both my parents were children during the war. My French mother used to recall Jackboots in the Metro, Paris Underground. " never underestimate evil" she would tell us.
Hope you lose Napoleon I I soon. A Brit who loves France.
My name is not an option for me
0:44 - The SS enjoyed having the finest foods and drinks around. Even in the midst of war, the SS ate and drank well whilst the population they subjugated starved and were forced to live off rations. All seen here in this short display of cakes etc for afternoon tea.
He thought it was a works meeting, and didn’t get the letter saying bring your own beer.
it was a party but they didn't KNOW it was a party
@@marcokite he was worried about being ambushed by a cake
Excellent scene
The British make the Very best WW2 Series\Films!
Yep. And even in a comedy version. Do you know the series "Allo, Allo!" ?
@@SingleButHappy TRES Cool!!!!
@@axxellein Oui 😁
The great Clifford rose what an actor rip
He was made to play an S.S. big cheese: you can't picture him as anything else.
@@None-zc5vg
Real SS officers never speak flat English.
Ah, a garden party.
Was Boris there ?
No, as this garden party was not a piss up, but merely tea, cakes and a few executions.
@@johnking5174If there freebies on offer Starmer and Rayner would have been.
I really enjoyed Clifford Rose a Snell in the Callan series
Bernard Hepton!
Interesting.
Didn't know the commandant of Colditz was Belgian.
He certainly was a great actor.
I'm so proud of my Dad for fighting those bastards.
Why , this is a TV show , are you thinking this is real ?
@@mickjenner6697
From Wikipedia
'In total, 30,000 members of the (Belgium) resistance were captured during the war, of whom 16,000 were executed or died in captivity.
The Germans requisitioned the former Belgian army Fort Breendonk, near Mechelen, which was used for torture and interrogation of political prisoners and members of the resistance.] Around 3,500 inmates passed through the camp at Breendonk where they were kept in extremely degrading conditions. Around 300 people were killed in the camp itself, with at least 98 of them dying from deprivation or torture.'
It probably seemed pretty damn real to them.
@@mrb.5610 my father spent 10 years in Germany as a occupying force 🤔 British army over the rhine where there how long , ?
My point being you really think they would execute prisoners in front of a tea party , or the fact that after war the British and allies actually sort out gestapo members to have them teach their methods, due to fact that allie methods were usless and the methods of non torture and simply using certain questions to find the lie , was more productive ,
But it's OK, the germans were TV bad , the allies awesome and thank heavens we dint require yellow stars , or paper work , now we just callbthem masks and health paper ,
Oh , fuck off
@@mickjenner6697
Your a tad incoherent Mick, perhaps a nice lie down would help.
@@Wotsitorlabart yes people telling inconvenient facts often are seen as incoherent by those wishing to bury their heads.,
Garden party, 20/07/20, location, Downing Street Gardens. BYOD.
Or few drinks and pizza in the North East where Angela Rayner wasn’t there though she was photographed there.
A good execution is always better than another glass of Pimms.
The precursor of Allo Allo, Jeu Naw
Was that Gary Linaker at 4:15
I remember when the Resistance strung up the grandfather from the rafters for collaboration with the Gestapo.
From this they made hallo hallo.
That voice. Announcing the opening of the play at Charenton. The voice had not changed, all that time.
سریال زیبایی بود ، ارتش سری ، تا آخر دیدم ، شخصیت فرمانده کسلر هرچند خبیث بود اما دوست داشتنی هم بود .
Time for Ian's people to a runner before they get eaten, yum, yum, you know what I mean?
Do you have that historical serie in RUclips Id love to see it please
The Commandant of Colditz.
Where was the German translation for this clip ?
What do you mean?
Where can I see the full series? It used to be on youtube?
Talking Pictures TV in Britain are repeating it every Sunday night at 9pm
@LudVan 78 I went on it today. I thank you so much. I shall watch the whole lot again. Brilliant!
@LudVan 78 Thanks again, I managed to log in after several attempts. I have now seen the whole series, ad will do so again. Cheerio from Scotland.
They knew how to hold Garden Parties those Nazis didn't they !!?
Who doesn't enjoy tea, cakes, scones, cream and a few executions during their afternoon tea?
Is this based on a real event or just a licence for making things up..? Wonder if this happens at Buckingham Palace garden parties… just before the honours are announced..😂😂
Gestapo executed and tortured to put fear into the heads of people under their occupation. Kessler here is doing it to make a point. All the people invited to the party were informers (Hepton’s character was a Belgian resistance fighter in charge of an escape line). The informers are basically being told “keep giving us information or you’ll end up being next”. Need to see the whole episode to understand. Watch it.
Ah lt Gruber and Rene Artois ! 1:13
Certainly not Gruber who was a nice SS character in Allo allo. More like General Von Klinkerhoffen.
my point of view the German controlling the centre in chess game, salamat
Schindler List, a very very good movie Liam Neeson
Would of never taken place with a Public viewing
Like you would know.
Shootings in front of the public was the whole point of it. To put fear in to the public
The French resistance carried out many public executions of suspected collaborators!
Sick people
Agreed
Why the English are the only ones to do afternoon tea, we don’t go in for blood sports during tea.
oooooooh rrrrene
Er........Excuse me! The Regular German Army would REFUSE to carry out such acts. The Regular Germany Army hated the SS with a passion. I demand this video taken down!!!
Life under a far-right government.
Кота ещли одамларини отмокчми худосизкурашиб уларин кприяла
Le queda mejor ,la gran cagada de montgomery y su pandilla
Sick people