Oh, the Ingratitude

Not to be outdone by the fatal Spitfire crash and subsequent grounding of Britain's rah-rah flypast fleet, the beastly French have done their part with a vengeance in marking the eightieth anniversary of Britain's last successful entry into Europe. Four hundred paratroopers dropped into the aptly-named Saneville in Normandy and were immediately subjected to the bureaucratic horrors of unelected officialdom. The forces from the mainland were accompanied by troops from the USA, who had already done the paperwork; and troops from Belgium, which incorporates within its territory the festering pustule of totalitarian oppression that is Brussels itself. In a further tactless trampling of British values, the passport checks were quick and apparently efficient.