April 13th, 1917 Diary of Major Horace S. Browntrout Today is emblazoned in my memory forever. It began with the sweet memory of taking my leave from Effie yesterday and returning to France for new orders. I was on my way to HQ to receive my orders when I saw a young, uniformed Saysquack being dragged and kicked by two human officers. I looked closely and though I personally inducted all 5,000 of them, the face seemed vaguely familiar. Stanley was with me. He said, “Umph!” with alarm, pointing. I made my way to the trio posthaste.
Ready, aim, fire
Ready, aim, fire
Ready, aim, fire
April 13th, 1917 Diary of Major Horace S. Browntrout Today is emblazoned in my memory forever. It began with the sweet memory of taking my leave from Effie yesterday and returning to France for new orders. I was on my way to HQ to receive my orders when I saw a young, uniformed Saysquack being dragged and kicked by two human officers. I looked closely and though I personally inducted all 5,000 of them, the face seemed vaguely familiar. Stanley was with me. He said, “Umph!” with alarm, pointing. I made my way to the trio posthaste.