Hush now soldier, for the whizzbang has hit you! Know you will finally know the wonders of none man’s lan’

you woke up in a small bar, impossible, you had just died on the battlefield, was this the after life? The were soldiers drinking and chatting, some singing songs, taking turns playing the piano, they were all In uniform, enemy or ally, they were all having fun, not really seeming to care that the people they were drinking and singing and dancing with had taken their comrades. Suddenly you were approached by an Italian soldier.

Italian soldier A: hello, care for a dance?