Hey All
Naturally, like all modellers I have a mental steamer trunk stuffed with unrealized diorama/vignette ideas, a 'saturation' of intent if you will, that however has been stymied by the possession of a cruel combination of unpracticed tecnical skills and a generally indolent nature. Once there was going to be the Historex conversions depicting a 'wake' being held on the eve of the battle of Fontenoy, a half dozen figures fiddling, jigging and generally carrrying on like Pete running the Hospitality Suite with the guest of honor laid out on a board set upon two hogsheads of ale covered by the regimental colors in the background. Then there was the Bill Horan inspired idea of off-duty ACW rebs playing baseball, the batter just having scorched a "humdinger", the catcher frantically directing the fielders, the pitcher-face contorted by obscenity spewing disgust while the batter's teammate races down the third base line to score. How bout the one of the Nam grunts just out of the boonies hooting, hollering, laughing, leering, spilling their beers, pounding their drinks, drumming their hands on the elevated stageboards before the brass rail at Madame Mai's Boom-Boom Room. The inconsolabe grief of the G.I. cradling his best buddy's lifeless body amidst the flotsam of Omaha Beach. The massive display of a flattened town strewn with destroyed German vehicles, equipment and Germans, while G.I. viewing the scene nonchalantly remarks to the dude up in the Sherman: "Boy, we sure liberated the &%$# out of this place!" The ghastly shattered contorted corpse of a former hun blown onto the crotch of a shell-splintered tree on the Chemin des Dames. And so on and so forth, if only I weren't such a lazy &%$#!
Cheers~John B.
I guess there was more than one shadowbox dealing with these airborne subjects.
