The sun had long since finished breakfast and turned serious. Then the best of the cartoons were over. It was time to find stuff to do. Buzzie would invariably recommend, "Let's do army guys." "Yeah, army guys." "I'm the sergeant-", "No, I'm the sergeant, you were last ti-","No, I'm the s-","No","Huh-uh" And so, eventually, by committee approval, we finally sorted out our respective roles as Vic Morrow, Rick Jason, and two unnamed krauts. We knew that krauts were the scoff name for germans, and since all of us were of between half and full german heritage, we further defined krauts...