Cap Mandrake
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***********SWPAC HQ, Brisbane, June 16, 1942************* <a senior Medical Corps officer enters the room and salutes> Col. Manfred Ewald: You asked to see me sir? Tall, patrician-looking fellow with affected corn cob pipe: Ah, yes, doctor. I wanted to see if you know anything about "juicing"? Col. Manfred Ewald: <looks slightly anxious> Juicing, sir? I presume you don't mean the preparation of juices from whole fruits? Tall, patrician-looking fellow with affected corn cob pipe: No, Col., I most certainly do not. I am talking about artificial enhancement of pilot performance. Col. : I...I'm....not.. Tall, patrician-looking fellow with affected corn cob pipe: Look, Col., cut the crap! If the Aussies are doing it I want our boys doing it too. What if the Japs are onto it? Give it to me straight son. Col. Manfred Ewald: Yes sir. There are two approaches that come to mind, the use of stimulants to improve awareness and reaction time and the use of blood doping. Tall, patrician-looking fellow with affected corn cob pipe: Blood doping? Col. Manfred Ewald: Yes, sir. A personal project of mine. If pilots were to transfuse themseleves with their own red blood cells, they might be able to tolerate higher altitudes without oxygen, thereby giving themselves an advantage over opponents. Tall, patrician-looking fellow with affected corn cob pipe: Good! Find out if it against House Rules and look into it....and keep it quiet.....and...by the way...where the Hell did you get name like "Manfred"? Col. Manfred Ewald: From my mother's side. They are from Podejuch. Tall, patrician-looking fellow with affected corn cob pipe: Po-deh-jook? Never heard of it. Well, change it please. It sounds like a Kraut name. Col. Manfred Ewald: Yes sir.
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