Frågesport - Bara andra världskriget!

He nodded at the velvet curtain. I was now a loss. But happily the colonel intervened. "My general refers to the Swedish general commanding the Swedish Volunteer Corps: his mess is over there behind the velvet curtain."
"Gaga," interrupted General I. In an tremendous whisper, relapsing into excellent French. "And if he hears you have anything in the way of war material , he will think it is for the Swedish Corps; they haven't dome much fighting so far!" Croft sympathised politely.
"Don't tell him!" roared the general, and continued to explain that the British War Office had promised some material to the Swedish Volunteer Corps in return for being allowed to use the Swedish railways. We formed the impression there was likely to be some delicacy in delivering arms to Finland.

The Norwegian lady housekeeper of the Victoria Hotel in Stavanger was a staunch friend of Britain.
When the Germans proposed to requisition the hotel as their headquarters, she put every obstacle in their way, meanwhile concealing her British friends and giving them what help she could. She seized my arm without a moment's hesitation and, giving me a few articles of Norwegian clothing, made me look like a nondescript civilian.
Commander Platt, in an impeccable blue suit, stepped out of the linen-cupboard and resumed a conversation he was having before my entry with a senior, extremely important member of the British colony. He picked up a telescope and scanned the harbour which lay below the window.
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A taxi was at the back door, with motor running, in case the Commander had to leave suddenly. Meanwhile, hearing that I had been sent to prepare for the landing of the British troops under Brigadier Morgan, he decided to stay where he was.