... Who... where did the crayon jar go?
Goddamnit!
Private Schmidt!
How did you even-
I'm not breaking that thing untill you either pass out or say 'Sir the crayon jar is not a helmet liner, sir!'
... Who... where did the crayon jar go?
Goddamnit!
Private Schmidt!
How did you even-
I'm not breaking that thing untill you either pass out or say 'Sir the crayon jar is not a helmet liner, sir!'