In front of the Firing Squad

It was the time of the Great War. A striking, beautiful german was captured by the Allied powers, and after a short trial (only 5 minutes long) she was condemned to die, by firing squad.

A squadron of french soldiers was given the task. The time has come. The Gaul captain prepared to give the order: MAKE READY!...TAKE AIM!...but before he could have uttered FIRE!, the teutonic beauty opened her mink coat that covered her perfect body and presented herself naked to all the soldiers present.

At the uncertain light of dawn, the figure of the most beautiful lady appeared to be more an alabaster statue than human flesh, her supple limbs, her perfect pair of breasts, marmol chalices so that you were able to drink in them the sweet love nectar, her...(Redaction note: our collaborator keeps describing the body and face of the captured spy for 6 more pages, so we were forced to redact it for brevity´s sake).

Seeing the striking image of the woman, the french soldiers, romantics like every Frenchman, refused to shoot at her. One of them declared: "Beaute porte sa bourse". Beauty carries its dower in its face, I would shoot my own wife before the demoiselle.

Seeing the failure of the soldiers of France, a second squad was called, this one composed of British. It was thought that the traditional British poise, along with the customs that ruled in Her Majesty army, would prevent them to fall in the seduction of that provocative woman.

Those who thought that were wrong: a second time, at the crucial time, the spy revealed her naked body beneath the garments and the British soldiers lowered their weapons upon seeing such beauty.

The judges were alarmed. Would they have to do the dirty deed? they havent even killed a rabbit in their lifetime. The oldest of the judges had a moment of insight: In Paris there was a group of Mexican Revolucionarios, in a goodwill mission. Perhaps they could take over the firing squad, if they greased their palms enough.

The Mexican squad was called and the idea was proposed. They responded that they were unable to take any money, for national pride, but if there was a large enough feast with champagne and some muchachas they would be willing to finish the job, the French accepted that deal, and the spy was taken again in front of the bloody wall. The Mexican Sargento yelled "PREPAREN!"....the Mexican soldiers readied their weapons...."APUNTEN!" seven rifles were pointed to the unlucky lady...and as always, the spy shook off her clothes...

There was a loud boom, and she fell to the floor, lifeless.

Everyone was surprised, not single soldier had shot his weapon, and yet the woman didnt even suffered the coup of grace.

the next day, the autopsy revealed: "Tama riha, the spy, died after receiving the impact of seven pant buttons at high velocity to the chest".

Pardon my English.