Great story. Thanks for sharing. Can only tell one pertinent story my Daddy spoke of over there during the Big War. He was stationed in London with the US Army Air Corps as an MP. His main job was to take American Fliers who had missed their bombing mission to an automatic sentence of six months in a super brutal prison camp. Was not good to miss a mission. He did not get shot at much but the whole affair was not pleasant for anybody. He made a bunch of Limey friends in his spare time. He said if you went into one of the local's homes. A person could normally find a quarter of a sheep or some other smallish critter..cow maybe? hung up from the living room ceiling. Only the menfolks got to eat that..and they would not touch it till it got "high" and that varied as to how long it had been hung up..smelled right etc. Sounded like controlled rot to some..but apparently keep them going. The wimmen and chillins ate "crackers"..that sounds tasty and nutritious huh? Cheerio old chap. I got a brudder running around over there somewhere. Drive careful..lol.