You, like all other soldiers, loved to “fool around.” When you had some free time you could have fun with others and this time you came across your colonel, Konig. You are friends with him, which was good luck. Taking the pens and crayons that you found in the old village while you were searching and pulling Konig’s hand towards you, you began to scribble the drawings. The colonel, of course, was not against it and calmly awaited completion. But by chance you made a mistake and there is no paper nearby. Having licked Konig's hand, you continued to scribble new drawings while Konig sat in horror and with a new trauma