Monday, March 14, 2011

Misery at the Frontlines

Our man Misery Houston, Air-Field marshal or some such, presses the flesh with the troops, or at least some blokes in camo in front of a shed. He's in camo himself, proving that in the Australian army, even the brass hats wear a really crappy floppy hat.

The other thing Misery proves, and with breathtaking agony, is that the Aussie military is a hierarchy of unhappiness: while the officers and other ranks are valiantly depressed and otherwise ill-at-ease, each in keeping with their rank, he is himself unrivalled at the summit, certainly in this era, if not all others.

If more evidence is required, take a look at this slightly less miserable subordinate

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