The utlimate Army, up from the dead.

Disenchanted vets converge on DC to demand what they've been promised, and a young McArthur gets his big military chance to rout the bums.

Pain and humiliation, lack of sleep and food, cold and hot and absolutely miserable. Plan on losing 25-40 pounds. And you get a little strip of patch to wear on your left shoulder. Hoo-Hah!

The Weasel pretends to get a taste of what it's like to earn your citizenship.

A wartime show about a group putting on, uh, wartime shows. It's got President Ronnie in it, so it all makes sense, somehow.

Oxyromonic, but then again, look at the cast.

Not nearly enough, not if you're going up against the PRC, North Korea, even Japan.

Again, ahem, camp followers.

A wacky girl-in-the-military flick a la Private Benjamin, with Jamie Lee Curtis and Melanie Griffith, before she went all Joker-freaky with the cosmetic surgery.

Just thinking about the kind of doctrine this fighting force would have makes my head hurt.

By way of comparison, most armies are green, or a variation upon green. Except maybe France since the mid 1800s--mostly yellow and variations thereof.