The Chow Hound (1944)

[GabrielAlejo2341]

It was down in the panhandled valley when I was king bull of them all, that my eye fell on sweet Angelina.

And I sounded my bull-mating call.

She said yes.

On our honeymoon, she and I sauntered through the glamorous, grand hotel door.

And believe it or not, at that instant, the Nazis and Japs declared w*r.

From here, from there, from everywhere. The beat of drums, the bugles blare, the g*ns and men were passing through.

Look!

Holy smoke!

There goes Snafu!

I saw my duty.

I waved her goodbye. If Snafu could make it, by gosh so could I!

I made it and boy, was I processed.

Whenever we fought, on whatever far shore, I'd follow Snafu and I'd feed him, I swore.

Damn the torpedoes, I cried to the crew.

Full speed ahead with our food for Snafu!

Snafu must eat.

He cannot win unless he has his vitamin.

Do I sense snow and sleet?, they grunt.

They must get through with Snafu's lunch!

I can't make it...

I'm pooped.

I'm all through.

Food for Snafu!

Through rain and mud and jungle heat, one only thought: Let Snafu eat!

Snafu must eat.

He shall not fast.

In spite of b*mb and shrapnel blast, the precious food arrives at last!

Come and get it!

More, more come on gimme a little more.

Attaboy.

Be a good guy.

Come on gimme a little more.

Heck, heck come on load up.

That's more like it.

Nice meal but...

I guess I ain't as hungry as I thought.

Yes, I joined up the first day of w*r.

But now, I'm regretting my haste.

I joined up as food for Snafu, but all I became was just waste.