Look out below, Gerry, we're comin' atcha!
Yes siree, the Mighty 8th Air Wing of the US Army Air Force is ready to demonstrate that Fortress Europa has no roof! The B-17 Flying Fortress, the sleekest, most modern of heavy bombers with it's super-secret Norden bomb sight (rumor has it it can drop a bomb in a pickle barrel from 30,000 feet!), is ready to hit the Nazi war machine in broad daylight! And with a dozen heavy guns to earn the name Fortress we don't even need escort fighters...they'd just get in the way! Sure, the Brits tell us we're insane and should stick to night raids, but what do they know just 'cause they've been at it for three years?
If LeMay is right Hitler will be beggin' for peace in a matter of months and the boys can be home by Christmas!
So let's salute those high flyin' soldiers up in the Wild Blue Yonder with a swingin' hit by an Army Air Force man close to our hearts here at the cabaret, Captain Glenn Miller! This time he has a little song to show those ground pounding land army boys that just because the AAF boys don't slog through the mud and live in tents doesn't mean they have it easy! It's "What do you do in the Infantry?"
And to drink, an old Prohibition era favorite with a fitting if provocative name (my apologies to the sensitive ladies...but that said what did you expect hangin' out with a bunch of army boys?), the Angel's Tit! The boys here love the drink and the name both, and for our sensitive audience I'll hold back on the comments they made!
So let's get this Quonset swinging!
Hup-two-three-four! Get a girl out to the floor, have a drink, and then one more, because cocktails are served:
Angel's Tit Cocktail:
Pour Cream de Cacao into a chilled cocktail glass. Float maraschino liqueur on top. Float half and half atop the maraschino liqueur. Garninsh with a maraschino cherry atop the half and half in the center, in such a manner befitting of the drink's name, if you get my drift. Optional: chill for 30 minutes to set the cream and preserve the, erm, distinctive shape.