At first glance, this seems like another typical male-power fantasy: An elite group of warriors cracks open a Nazi cargo train and, instead of finding something boring, like Nazi gold or starving Jewish people, a stream of impeccably made-up, scantily dressed tramps comes flooding out. Just a whole carful o' lusty bitches, eager to show their gratitude. It's like a mashup of Letters to Penthouse and Classic Toy Trains magazine.
But look at the men's faces: They're not elated that they just hacked open the Nazi poon-train like a pornographic Cadbury Egg. If anything, they seem kind of pissed off about it. The guy in the beret won't throw so much as a sympathetic glance at the open-legged, mini-skirted blonde; he's just dragging her away impatiently, like you'd drag a disobedient dog away from table scraps. The only one who looks the slightest bit excited in this picture is the Nazi being choked to death in the foreground, and that's only because he gets off on autoerotic asphyxiation and always wanted to die doing what he loved.
"Zis is ... everything ... Autoerotic Asphyxiation Adolph ... dreamed ... und more!"
You know why they're so jaded with the Skank Express? Because according to old-timey men's magazines, World War II was lousy with dames. Useless, dumb, practically inanimate dames just cluttering up the place. Crack a Nazi cargo train? No ammo reserves for you, Frenchy; you're honor-bound to rescue that lusty blonde temptress, but nobody says you have to like it. Bust open that much-needed crate of stolen rations? Not a Twinkie in sight; just a cascade of dames spillin' out like packing peanuts.
Trying to simultaneously fly a plane while shooting disproportionately large Chinese boat-giants? Good luck swiveling that machine gun around -- somebody left a window open and some friggin' dames built a nest in the cockpit.
"Would you j-goddamn it, Madge! You know gunning down Asian maritime ogres is the only thing that relaxes me after a long day at the mill!"