A retired Italian wine maker went to the village church to make
his confession for the first time in many decades.
When the priest slid open the panel in the confessional, the man said,
Father, during World War II, a beautiful woman knocked on my door and
asked me to hide her from the enemy. I hid her in my attic.
The priest replied, That was a wonderful thing you did, my son!
You have no need to confess it.
Its worse than that, Father, he continued. She quickly started to
repay me with sexual favours.
People in wartime sometimes act in ways they wouldnt under normal
conditions. If you are truly sorry for your actions, you are
Thank you, Father. Thats a great load off my mind.
May I ask a question ?
What, my son?
Should I tell her the war is over?