Achtung - Häschen!

There are things about my mispent youth in the U.S. Army that sometimes lead me badly, badly astray.

My sense of humor is one of them.

For surely, no gently-reared human being should find "Peter Rabbit - Tank Killer" amusing.

For surely, combining the gentle anthromorphic bunny-and-kitten tropes of Beatrix Potter with the savage military nihilism of Sven Hassel would be the act of a brutally psychotic maniac.

And yet, there I was...

...laughing my maniac ass off at this stuff.

(and here you thought I was going to say "...pinned down by a deadly hail of Jap fire.")

But if I am a maniac I am also nothing if not a contrary maniac, and that's an entirely different war-story.