This has been a hard war. A brutal war.Days I have patrolled in my shoe with no sign of the enemy. No response from headquarters. My nerves are shot. I return to the forward beach head.
"Anything word from the rear, private?"
"Yessir! This just came in on the teletype."
"Well, don't just stand there! read it to me."
"It's only one word.
Mouser"
"Mouser? The sunglasses wearing rodent with the... bombs? What can that mean?"
"I thought it was a code sir."
"Maybe in somebody's bad dream. The word Mouser means death-by-explosion where I come from."