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Today's history thingummybob (credit to @Channelknight Fadran for alerting me to this story):

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Once there was an Australian guy in France named 'Fats.' Well, his real name was Lawrence Dominic McCarthy, but he was a bit pudgy, so his fellow soldiers called him Fats. 

This was in WWI, by the way.

If you know one thing about WWI, it's probably this: trenches. Basically, two sides would dig big long trenches and sit there taking potshots at each other, for somewhere between weeks and years. Every now and again, one side or the other would amass their troops, and send them charging across no-man's land, usually to get massacred, but occasionally to conquer the enemy trench and end the stalemate.

Fats clearly wasn't a big fan of the whole 'amassing' thing, so one day as his troops were amassing, he grabbed a pal and charged off essentially by himself, leaving the rest of his troops in the dust.

By some miracle, he made it to a machine gun nest, which he promptly cleared. Then, with nothing but his rifle and pal, he entered the German trench and captured THREE more machine gun nests. His buddy was wounded, but Fats continued fighting (picking up some German grenades along the way). By the end of the day, he had captured over 1,500 feet of trench, killed 22 Germans, and captured over 50.

After this, as Fadran correctly puts it: "the German prisoners surrounded him and proceeded to congratulate him on his pure, unbounded awesomeness."

One official historian called this "perhaps the most effective feat of individual fighting in the history of the Australian Imperial Forces." The end.