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I don't get it.
There's also the implication that the other Polish kamikazes took even more attempts. (Presumably the next criterion for evaluating kamikazes after "damage dealt for your death" is "how many attempts it took you to die". At least in the case of the Polish Air Force circa 1939.)Bit too heady, here's a remedyspoiler (click to show/hide)Declan, Moshe and Wojtek are all construction workers working on a skyscraper. Since this was the era before pesky labor codes and OSHA (as well as when Jews actually did manual labor at all in the United States), the three yokels would take their lunch up on the beams every day.Declan opens his lunch box. "Oi, corned beef sandwich again? I love the stuff as much as any other Irish stereotype in a joke does but I swear to Holy Mary, Mother of the dear sweet Baby Jesus that it's all me wife ever makes me. If I get it one more time I'm... I'm gonna take the plunge of this here building!"Moshe feigns sympathy and opens his lunch. "Not this «shit» again," he shouts agitatedly. "I tell that «bitch» that I cannot stand this «unknown» and she still gives it to me. Every. Single. Day. The woman is trying to kill me, I know it because I'm Jewish and we know when people are trying to kill us, trust me. Well if that «person that does not pay interest in a timely manner» wants me dead she just needs to give me this again tomorrow and I'll be a puddle on the asphalt down there with you Declan, my «gentile idiot colleague»."Wojtek opens his lunch box next and pops some food in his mouth. "«Dog's blood»! Mushroom sauerkraut pirogis. Every day it is mushroom sauerkraut pirogis. Not once I get potato cheese pirogis. Tomorrow if it not potato and cheese, I jump off building with you too Declan."The next day at work, Declan opens his lunch box and looks at his sandwich. "I knew she'd do it. Well cunts, it was nice knowing ya. Up the Irish!," he shouted, the voice trailing off into the distance as he raced towards oblivion."I would say a prayer for him if he was one of The Chosen. He was a good «tough guy»," Moshe says as he opens up his lunch box. After looking inside he sighs, closes it back up and walks off the beam they were all sitting on.Wojtek crosses himself and shovels one of his pirogis in his mouth. After chewing it, he feels around his person for a flask of vodka, takes a swig. Then another. And another. Then does a canon ball off the beam to his death.The wives of the three men opted to have one service together a few days later even though it makes no sense for a Jew to share funerary rights with two Papists. Over her tears, Gilda chokes out, "If only he'd told me! I didn't want him dead, just utterly broken and subservient to me." Moira puts her arm around Gilda. "Oh bless you. I feel so guilty for this too even though I really did nothing wrong and my dear departed Declan had obvious communication issues. It's not my fault that the stuff's so cheap... we have 9 kids to feed too."Ewa shares a pew with the other widows but does not share their grief. She looks distant. Troubled. She looks longingly at her husband's coffin being lowered into the ground. "Wojtek... what was problem? You packed own lunch."[close]
