Often do this when thinking abt work colleagues, who would you want (from our current first team) by you if you were in the trenches.....
In
Ramos...would cut the hun's throat without a flicker of emotion
Mad Gus...charges the oppo's trenches taking hits and laughing all the way
Keano...would keep your spirits up and would never let you down
Hutton..your atypical jock, brushes off a stomach wound as cramp.
Woody..one for the ladies, but would be the one who takes out the bosch just as he's abt to gut you.
Steeeed..always coming up trumps with a live chicken just when it's bully beef for the 3rd week in a row, can also throw a dagger and hit a target from 50 paces, never talks abt his past.
Thud..slightly gormless gentle giant, lifts squareheads above the trenches and throws them back to take out their machine gun post.
Dawson...slightly simple but a good sort...tries his best but is often met with the comment (in a Dad's Army style) 'stupid boy'.
Out
Chimpbomba...will go through your kit bag when you are not looking
Genius...goes missing half an hour before the 'big push'..always crying for his mum
Berbs...stuck at one end of the trench, hands in pockets, sulking, wants a transfer to Headquarters
Lennon...when he throws a grenade it goes at a complete 90 degree angle to what he intended. A liability.
Robinson...eat all the bully beef and always gets stuck in the mud
Zokora...has never hit anyone with his rifle...kraut is 3 yards away and will still miss.