Backstory time.
Outside of the Peach’s historical background, Udo’s is the most complete family history in the DP series. I didn’t even know how he’d come to be in the service until his Papa continued his rant.
There’s at least one case of a World War One Jewish German soldier who survived the Holocaust — and then was exceedingly proud when his son, in the new Bundeswehr, became a Real German Officer.
We value the crap we grew up with.
… you heard about Clive Barker’s autograph, didn’t you?
And… you’re going to clarify that, right? I have this guy’s autograph — both as Eric Braedon and Hans Gudegast. Dobermann got it for me. No, he did. He bothered the poor man when he was really tired from playing tennis and told him I enjoyed him as Hauptmann Dietrich, too. Thanks, Dobi (I think the photo and autograph are here).
I like your story better. (Deitrich was one of the better things in the show).
Here’s mine.
At a horror convention, a young lady in thong underwear, a chainmail flap in the front, a corselet, and a good deal of latex had been wandering around the con, Clive Barker was the guest of honor and was signing autographs, normally one per person. The young lady didn’t have a book, but was with other people, so security assumed that one of them was holding something for him to autograph.
They weren’t.
She got up to him and turned around, plopped her butt on the table and trilled, “Oh Clive, could you autograph my ass?”
Mr. Barker, being a gentleman, took up a sharpie and did so, down her thigh.
He also drew a face on either cheek, tongue’s out.
She bragged that she was going to get it tattooed. I later heard she didn’t, either she looked at the art in a mirror, or someone told her.
In my case, it was a rather nubile young male who wanted both legs and his… um… Brazilian area signed. I think we’ve all signed — ah — body parts. However, I never did a smiley face on anybody… I tried to argue the owner of a Japanese comics shop out of having me sign his gorgeous fake Luftwaffe jacket with one of those awful gold pens, but he insisted. What a thing to do to good leather…