Daily Dreamboat

This is a found image from the 'net; I'm sorry to say that I can't remember the site, or else I would link it and give it due credit. I can't even remember how I found it; but I was immediately bowled over by this real-life, WW2 hero. Had Henry Wilson only gotten a hold of him, we probably would know him by a ridiculously phallic stage name. As it is, I shall continue to pretend that somewhere, in a parallel universe, this anonymous fly-boy is opening a lunch kit of Mor sandwich meat, tinned green beans and dehydrated orange juice, while wistfully re-reading the letter I had just sent him from home.