A World War II fighter pilot is speaking in a church and reminiscing about his war experiences.
“In 1942,” he says, “the situation was really tough. The Germans had a very strong air force. I remember,” he continues, “one day I was protecting the bombers
and suddenly, out of the clouds, these fokkers appeared.”
There are a few gasps from the parishioners, and several of the children begin to giggle.
“I looked up, and realized that two of the fokkers were directly above me.
I aimed at the first one and shot him down. By then, though, the other fokker was right on my tail.”
At this point, several of the elderly ladies of the church are practically swooning, the girls are all giggling and the boys are laughing out loud.
The pastor finally stands up and says, “I think I should point out that ‘Fokker’
was the name of a German-Dutch aircraft company, one which made many of the fighter planes used by the Axis powers during the war.”
“Yes, that’s true,” says the old pilot, “but these fokkers were flying Messerschmitts.”
