23rd June 1944
Tiso and Tuka decided it's best to leave, but sadly Tiso's politeness made him ask if there is anything else before they go.
"Actually there is one thing you could help with." Pruzinksy replied.
"What's that?" Tiso asked as Tuka cursed him under his breath.
"It's this part of the report from the General Staff where they are asking for three squadrons of 'tactical bombers', we're not really sure what on earth they are talking about."
Seeing the blank look on Tiso's face, the Minister continued.
"Tactical we are taking to mean shorter ranged and applicable to the battlefield and of course we understand squadron from the cavalry and so on. We're just not sure about what they mean by 'bombers', we think it must be referring to the use of hand grenades like a traditional grenadier unit. Thus we think the army is asking for a squadron of tall, strong men mounted on horseback and armed with short ranged grenades, but could you just check."
Tiso and Tuka were left open mouthed at the shear lateral thinking genius of their Armaments Minister. Tiso was the first to recover and break the silence.
"Do you not think it could perhaps be referring to aircraft, a squadron of medium range bomber aircraft?"
"Military flying machines?!" Pruzinksy retorted. "What a ridiculous idea, those Montgolfier brothers are mere frauds and charlatans, there can be no military applications for their balloons!"
One engine or two it makes no difference, Slovakia doesn't understand either.