"Happy B-Day mum!", he called in with muffled sound.
(continued by a short silence)
"Mum, see, they're coming!" he screamed! out of the blue! into long-distance call! excitedly!
(but unsure if anyone can hear it's either him, nor her, or her) (or maybe sure, for sure) …
"Mum, see, all B-Day gifts are going to arrive on time, in packets!"
(short silence follows here-after. in the background one could hear the muffled, silent counting, resembling paper money but unsure, not necessary.)..
Then starts the choir: "Happy B-Day Mum Europa. Happy B-Day Mum! We all love you. We all do .."
(followed by a long 'traaaalaaaaalaaaa' and the 23x Hail 
)
(non-repeatable)
...
(besides, there was also a letter attached that wrote: 'sorry to hear some members won't be able to attend but will be sending gifts in packets that will be arriving soon thereafter' ..)
Any resemblance to the events of the past, similar event, maybe happened on June 6, 1944 or maybe not, is irrelevant, and not related in any way, as they were supposedly events of a 'D'-Day which aren't related in any way, nor by similarity nor by an unfaithful acts of acronymisation. *
* And, by the way, we don't wish each-other a happy D-Day, no. We don't. As we mourn in silence. Nothing else is there, to say.
Prove yourself worth, of Poland. Nothin' else matters!
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