Good Day to you young Rollar64,
Thats a strange name, do you have wheels? Since I have left the above message regarding my current loss of a foot, it seems to have reappeared. Very strange, very strange indeed. As for your theory of beings from another planet (or martians as we used to call them until the kaiser took the word martian and we had to refer to those devillish little green men as commies) they have visited me on many occasions dressed as doctors and nurses and inserted probes into my back passage. They told me it was to take my temperature but I know better.
I found your reference to me spending my war pension on alcoholic drinks to be most upsetting. My late wife, Dora, drank herself to an early grave and I have not touched a drop in years. But I forgive you as I once knew a young gentleman called Rollar. I captured him in the Battle of the Ardennes. He was a pleasant krout but we had to shoot him after the damn guy tried to escape from our POW camp. I still have the pictures of his wife and children, I look at them often and realise how foolish we all were back then. Are you German? If so I forgive you.
Its been nice talking to you.
Please reply, its nice to have someone to check if you're alive or dead. Also It would be awfully nice of you to add me as a friend on the Facebook thingy. I have 2 now. Ones my doctor and the other is a girl in Taiwan who wants me to marry her for a small fee.
Yours faithfully,
Jacob B. Smith, Retired General 3rd Army Corp