
Three out of the standard four quarters of a century later, PMB© reads the wartime roles of the current generation writ large across their manicured chops.
Reconnaissance Corps

The Galley Boy

The Conscientious Objector
You be the judge.
Get to fuck, the lot of yis.
The Blighty Wound
Took one to the fleshy part of the thigh and evacked home. Healing slowly chaps, but doing my bit going town to town servicing the local totty. Doc says I should be fighting fit by June 45.
The Blighty Wound

Air Raid Warden

The Double Agent
"où sont les papiers secrets?"
MIA
Last seen drifting westward, contentedly whittling a rudder and a port-side gunwale from a matchstick.
MIA
Last seen drifting westward, contentedly whittling a rudder and a port-side gunwale from a matchstick.
Shell Shock
He saw too much, much too young
The Mother Fucker
THIS MAN WILL NOT RESPECT RATIONING. Do not keep comestibles near this man - sandwiches, onions, a ramekin of sultanas, a tube of Jacob's water biscuits, even the stubbornest of pistachios that you're saving for another crack at later - all will be snouted the moment you turn your back.
Lord of the Admiralty
The Mother Fucker
THIS MAN WILL NOT RESPECT RATIONING. Do not keep comestibles near this man - sandwiches, onions, a ramekin of sultanas, a tube of Jacob's water biscuits, even the stubbornest of pistachios that you're saving for another crack at later - all will be snouted the moment you turn your back.
Lord of the Admiralty
This jolly sailor is choreographing British navel operations worldwide. And don't the bell bottomed boys just love it! Forget anarchy in the UK, this is Gallipoli, avec plié
Dam Buster
Wrong dam.
Merchant Seaman