Day Of The Dead Devotee Pillows

Halloween Tree

"How much longer are you going to be?"

Support the Ex-Troops

Frank moonlights as a Grill Sergeant.

"He's taken buzzed to a whole new level."

Military Medals

"Are all Brits bisexual, or just the ones who publish their diaries?"

"I guess I was a good shot, because I took down 50 Nazis...all by myself. That's how I got my silver star. Honestly, I don't consider myself a hero. I consider myself lucky."

"Doesn't seem like 6 hours on the couch, but you can't argue with a lethargy tracker."

"No thanks, I'm stuffed."

Monuments

"The first one is for graduating from basic training. The rest are classified."

UNFADED GLORY

"It's going over the top? D' you realise what you've just said?"

Thank you to those who never came home and to those who never left their side.

"Dear Diary: Today I ate, groomed, napped. Ate, groomed, napped. Ate, groomed, napped ... HAIRBALL!!"

"I now pronounce you man and couch."

"The president is awarding the Medal of Honor to 24 Army veterans...whose heroism and gallantry were overlooked because of their race or ethnicity."

"Sweetie, I'm back from the dead!"

"I'd like to buy a BOWEL."

"I think I'll keep a diary..."

Scars and Bars

Lucky Stars.

"It's the great pumpkin's psychotic uncle Mitch, Charlie Brown."

"Hel-l-l-o-o-o-o Summer!"

Honor Our Future Sacrifices

Cloud Cuckoo Land, "Earnest's invite had lied about there being a live band"

"Dear diary...Well at least I'm not having to watch the Oscars."

'Took calcium supplements for years without paying for them.'

Blameless

"Dear Diary: Today I picked a peck of pickled peppers."

Uncle Mort, you fought in Korea, right? You think that war will start up again? Not if I can help it. It was the morning of July 27, nineteen hundred and fifty-three. I was pinned down on Pork Chop Hill. My bazooka had run out of ammo. All I could find to load into it was a stuffed panda bear. I loaded it and fired that bear into the maw of the enemy. It struck one of them atop the noggin. Moments later, the armistice was signed. Every July 27th, I awaken at dawn and chuck that same panda at the

'Son...old soldiers don't die...they just get medal fatigue.'

The Blob's Blog.

"So, Gilbert was your friend who fought in Vietnam?"