Two Marines in a hole. Shells exploding, bullets cracking overhead, their feet in mud and their own excrement. One turns to the other and says, "You know, you have the most lovely eyes...."

Two women in a field hospital, in triage, deciding who among the incoming wounded gets immediate medical care, who can wait, and who won't make it no matter what. They're covered in blood and gore. "Say Flo," says one, "I'll bet you'd look great in leather."

C'mon and lets get serious. If I (a former infantryman) am in a tough spot, I want someone I can depend upon and I don't care if he or she is a coprophiliac or gets kicks from bothering chickens.