I myself sonny boy have fought from the Pixel beachs of Normandy through France and Germany. Then through a full hi tec slighly low res campaign in Russia. Then a few months later to be shipped out to fight in the sands of Eritrea with some lovly colours. Then shortly after that I was sent to the jungle of Cuba to sort our druggies. Then after that I went solo and went all over the world doing what the Ironside Voice told me to. Then after that I had a breif spell in the jungle of the carribean man, fighting some mercs, but when they turned into evil monsters I quit the only army man army and instead went on to fight with the Special Forces trying to either rescue or kill this VIP in a hospital most of the time. So yeah quite a lot!
In my day we had respect, I remember one day old chap, chalks were away and jerry was coming in his focker wolf down from the sun, and I had respect for him coming all the way to fight us brave RAF piolts, then there was the time.......
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