Even more highlights from the run…
“Time to go to work.”
A total team effort.
The last, Last Action Hero.
As it turns out, Sky Creeper spent a few hapless months bouncing around LA’s comedy club circuit on open mic nights before bombing out and joining Cobra. His chief influence? Jay Leno.
“Here’s a story you may have heard. Apparently...Cobra Commander locked up some of his closest enemies in a landlocked freighter on Cobra Island. Have you seen this? Have you read about this? Yea, and if that wasn’t bad enough...he then KILLED them with ham and lima beans LACED WITH BOTULISM. Jeez...and you thought the goulash in the Cobra mess hall was bad!”
He awakes to his stomach growling like a tiger. His craving for there elusive breakfast pizza is fierce. And he can sense it out there in the wilderness somewhere…taunting him.
“Protecting supply convoys is a daunting task. What’s worse, Cobra KNOWS IT. If there’s one thing those snakes do really well, it’s ambushing convoys. Sometimes I wonder who benefits most from our resupply efforts, our own troops…or Cobra’s.” – Duke’s personal journal; July 11, 1990.
Someone put Copperhead in charge of a couple AK-47 toting ninjas. “Find some Joes and bring ‘em back to me ALIVE! Or close to alive. Whichever.”
Once Psyche-Out modified his Variable Wave Field Projector to locate the nearest pizza joints, EVERY night became #PizzaNight.
Scrap-Iron always scouts his ambush points personally. He simply doesn’t trust the rank & file Cobra troopers to get the details right. Besides, he really enjoys reveling in the destruction he’s about to sow.
The new Sweep-Viper is always singing that song from Mary Poppins as he goes about his work. The other guys keep their distance.
🎶 Now as the ladder of life –
'As been strung –
You may think a sweep's –
On the bottommost rung –
Though I spends me time –
In the ashes and smoke –
In this 'ole wide world –
There's no 'appier bloke –
Chim chiminey –
Chim chiminey –
Chim chim cher-ee! –
A sweep is as lucky –
As lucky can be” 🎶
“War is waiting. Although waiting for battle is unlike any other kind of waiting. It’s the feeling of the inevitable. Like your fate is in the hands of a god, and this god in his infinite whimsy, still hasn’t made up his mind what he has in store for you.” – Backblast’s battlefield journal; May 31, 1994.
Recondo’s picked up the trail of some wild pizza.
Sundays are for birdwatching.
“Just before dawn on the second day we managed to crawl into the foxhole we’d dug out the day before. Through the mist we could see dozens of wounded men...and around them, even more dead ones.” – V7665 "Ducky". Logged May 19, 1987.
"In a way it was a relief to be captured. We knew the war was over for us, and we would either be killed or taken prisoner. Sadly, most of my friends fell into the former category." – V7665 "Ducky". Logged May 20, 1987.