It's the 1940s. Most of Europe is at war with Germany. There is intel that the nazis will invade and perhaps bomb our town within a few days. We don't really have an army, but we do the best we can and those few days we use to train and prepare for what's coming. Then the day comes. As inexperienced soldiers with whatever random rifles we hold we wait for the enemy. There they are. Planes fill the sky. But they aren't releasing bombs. Our weapons also don't fire. What's going on?
Then countless Hindenburg-styled zeppelins approach. They are carrying a giant church and they lower and place the church on our town square. Everybody is baffled. Then the doors of the church open. Out come
Captain Mainwaring,
René Artois, and
Jaap Kooiman. They get up on a double decker bus with an open top and look at us weekend soldiers. Their announcement:
"The war has been cancelled. Good day."
And the bus with them on it drives off.
Me and my fellow soldiers look at each other like wtf just happened? Slowly everyone scatters off into different directions, most are going home. One soldier invites me to come along with him.
"Are you hungry? I know a place that just opened with great Asian food."
Alright, I could eat, so I follow him. We end up at something called "Oliver's". An actual real-life mate of mine. There Oliver is, wearing a tuxedo, looking ridiculously sharp. He greets us with a smile and asks us why we are dressed up as low budget soldiers. We answer that there was a war going on today if only ever so briefly, and that we have been training for days, which was tiresome. Oliver laughs, because he didn't even get the memo and he has just been chilling the last couple of days. Barsteward. I end up getting a free Coca Cola.