You see that? That is the face of a man who's about to kill a lot of Nazis.
We Americans have gained a name for ourselves for bombing terrorists, but it's just not the same as the glory days of bombing Nazis. BJ Blaskowitz loves depopulating the Third Reich so much that he transcended time and space to keep the tradition alive. He spent fifteen years sitting comatose in a chair in the corner, and the first thing he does when he wakes up is shank a Nazi in the jugular with a kitchen knife. That's so American it puts a tear in my eye.