Ah, one of my complicated German puns.
So… what’s YOUR story of totally misunderstanding something new? I publish mine.
Ah, one of my complicated German puns.
So… what’s YOUR story of totally misunderstanding something new? I publish mine.
The only people who don’t like peacetime in the military are career officers who can’t get their step from Captain to Major. War is their rice bowl, after all.
Oh, leaving home and you’re not “normal” any more, and all the rules get changed.
The German Solution — order some beer.
This is why I never have any beer in my refrigerator; my characters are all Germans.
Before you think Stinz is being wonderfully magnanimous and dutiful in promising to pay for the family, remember — his family’s very well off. He can afford it.
You know how boys gang up and protect each other.
Even when they shouldn’t.
That’s right, blame the kids.
Well, it’s not usually a bad choice.
(Then again, all they do is set a train on fire. Us adults kill thousands of people supposedly as part of an assassination – or at least that’s our excuse as we’re planning to truck out the oil.)
Those panel borders can be hard. I know! I got my fingers caught under one of them, once, in The Desert Peach.
“Bube” is where we get our word “Boob.”
Teasing the new guy doesn’t depend on species.
A moment is coming up that turns out to reflect reality in a surprising way.
A reader said his grandfather, coming down from the Scottish Highlands after being drafted for World War One, ran into smart-alecky city boys he had to straighten out.
I don’t make this stuff up. Or, if I do, somebody asks me how I knew.
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