ETA: TRIGGER WARNING FOR WWII-BASED RACISM IN THE COMMENTS. THE WAR DOESN'T MAKE THE FACT OF IT RIGHT, I KNOW THAT.
I don't suppose there's any chance I might get a decent cup of tea? One could certainly use it after the experiences of the day.
I suppose I should introduce myself. I am Lieutenant Lord James Montgomery Falsworth, lately of His Majesty's Armed Forces, and even more recently one of the war's finest units, the Howling Commandos. I ask that you call me Monty, and that any accolades you wish to endow upon me for my stellar service during the war. Thank you.
And you may scratch the request for tea, as I've had a hell of a day, and a bottle of scotch would probably be a better companion.