Stinz is basically the Jew in the WW1 Austrian army or the woman in the modern American army — everybody else of his ilk who might have a chance to join will be judged by his actions now.
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This entire story is in one ring-bound pad of paper. The folks at Fantagraphics were impressed. They didn’t count the pages compared to the number on the cover….
Don’t the boys look awful in the uniforms they’re not used to yet?
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Stinz is like me; “But WHY?” We both motorboat: “But – but – but –.”
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Stinz is in a weird situation; all his life he’s been “normal” where he comes from, even among the two-leggers. Now he’s trying to show how his normal is the normal for him. He’s going to have to learn to fit in where he didn’t grow up, with a lot of other people who are very different from him.
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Yup. They did this to us. I know I read it someplace else, but the army really does this. Maybe not all the time — it depends on the clerk — but they do it.
If you’re in the military and your officer is in your face, remember what he looked like in basic training
My dad saw a picture of gonna-be SS lined up wearing nothing but their entry paperwork across their genitals — and a lot of hunched, nervous body language — and nodded. “I remember that,” he said.
“It’s the SS,” I said.
“They all do it,” he said.
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Couldn’t resist the sheep-dog-herding-sheep image.
Soldiers are addressed as “ladies” in the military because a lot of rough young bucks are going to learn to stand up straight, cross their legs when they sit, wear white gloves for formal occasions, speak when they’re spoken to, behave themselves in public, say “Yes Sir” and “Yes Ma’am.” Basically, be turned into débutantes. The US Marines are particularly ladylike — their dress uniforms have a corset built in.
This doesn’t so much apply to the US Army, where they get caught torturing prisoners and treating dead bodies like dead game. Oy.
The sergeant is telling him to think and not to think — welcome to the army. It’s getting him ready for his job, which is to get shot at and to shoot back, and usually in the middle of a three-ring platinum-plated circle-jerk that nobody can plan for. Basically, it’s like skating on jello; run like hell, or sink.
Have I been in combat? No. Do I know what boys with guns are like? Yes. Do I know what happens when humans (or chickens) do when things come out of the blue? Yes. When I draw or write combat, do I ask a veteran? Hell, yes.
Don’t ever mess with another sergeant’s platoon. Never ever ever.
Use of the centaur form here is just on Outsider story. No, culture clash — I love culture clash.
I’m an American, whadaya want? Our whole history is culture clash.
Poor Kirschen, having to swallow his rage in front of the officer.
There are always ossifers around….if you’re not lucky.
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