I was not a big fan of the M1A1 when it was introduced. In retrospect, I was wrong.
How was I to know she was with the Russians too?
Can’t talk about tanks without talking about the Sherman.
So what brings on the tank binge? I don’t usually read this comic, but Popehat pointed to today’s “The Oatmeal”, which I thought was dead on target. Read all the way to the end for the punchline.
Edited to add: Come to think of it, why don’t I read “The Oatmeal”? Fixed.
Several years ago, my aunt and uncle came from Ohio to visit us.
Of course, we wanted to show them a good time while they were visiting. The weekend they were here, Fall Creek Vineyards (whose products I wholeheartedly endorse) was having their annual “grape stomp”.
Now, the grape stomp is a family event, so of course they want to have something for the kids. That year, they happened to have a petting zoo.
While we were there, a non-child (I’d estimate his age at mid-20s to early 30s) picked up a little piglet that was running around the petting zoo.
Bad idea. You could hear the piglet screaming for miles around. Ear-piercing screams. And worse yet, the gentleman in question seemed totally oblivious to the fact that this little piggy was squealing at a decibel level only matched by AC/DC concerts.
I sidled over to my aunt and said, under my breath, “Put. The. Pig. Down. And nobody gets hurt.”
From that point forward, “Put. The. Pig. Down.” has become a family code phrase for “Somebody needs to stop what they’re doing now“.
Why do I bring this up?
Put. The. Lamb. Down. Ed.