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  • "Wow, that was low! That was just over the trees!" My aunt exclaimed as a Gnat jet fighter thundered close overhead, startling us.

    "Very low. I could take that down easily." Said my Uncle Bob. "I could knock it out with a Jimpy." and he made pew, pew, pew gestures of holding a machine gun upwards. He's not a generally violent toward random aircraft, it was just one of the things he was trained to do in the Parachute Regiment as a young man. Training so embedded that the tactical situation was his first thought.

    "With a what? A Jimmy?" Asked my other aunt.

    "Jimpy. GPMG a General Purpose Machine Gun. They called 'em Jimpy's. Good weapons." He mused.

    Taking it all in, we carried on our meandering walk as another jet roared by above. The noise and proximity of the aircraft seemed less of a threat this time.
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