Wartime Romantic Mugs

"Why don't you join the Army."

"Mother, I'd like you to meet a member of the armed forces."

"I know we just met, but all I got is a twenty-four-hour pass!"

'I think there's something wrong with the horizon, Doreen!'

"I look forward to growing dead with you."

Your Country Needs MOO!

Siegfried Sassoon

'These days,' she says, 'nothing gets a rise out of him.'

"Most of the time, war...it makes no sense. A lot of times, we'd hear artillery whistling over our heads. But really, you can't move. You just wait...and wait...until it hits...and hope it isn't hitting you."

Get Ahead

Tea and Sugar Rationing

The real reason the Christmas Truce didn't last.

British patent (applied for) A Trained Dog of war Drawing the Enemy's Fire.

"I'm a fancier of dogs and interesting men."

You are going to meet a tall, dark, handsome stranger...bringing your post.

'I'm afraid we don't have any gentlemen on hand right now -- how about a good old boy?'

Palm tree in love...

For the War Inventions Board. The Armoured Bayonet-curler for the Spoiling the Temper of the Enemy's Steel

"Well, thats buggered that idea"

Wilfred Owen

"We didn't have telly in wartime, we had to make our own violence."

"The luck didn't last. A shell finally got me near Batogne. Honestly, I didn't know I was injured until I reached down and found a hole in my leg. It makes you realize things."

A call to save energy, based loosely on the style of second world war posters

"My wife wants to spend Halloween with her first husband."

King George VI

"I don't want to rush things. Instead of hugging, why don't we just hold hands?"

"My dad was in the war, but he doesn't talk about it."

'Hey, I'm sorry! It's Spring, and I was watching the woman in the blue dress!'

'Daddy, what did you do during the post-war period?'

'Do you have to shoot me with that. Can't you give me a couple of great pickup lines instead?'

"Do you care for the soldier type?"

'Shark!'

"Hello, Mom – guess who they're taking!"

As Alfred, Lord Tennyson once said, "In the spring a young man's fancy lightly turns to thoughts of love." As Alfred E. Neuman once said, "What, me worry?"

Spring, when a young snake's fancy turns to pheromones on the air.