"I saw the old god of war stand in a bog between chasm and rock-face.
He smelled of free beer and carbolic and showed his testicles to adolescents, for he had been rejuvenated by several professors.
In a hoarse wolfish voice he declared his love for everything young".
Bertold Brecht (translation by Michael Hamburger)
(Source: https://warpoets.org/conflicts/world-war-ii)
These are some of the original black and white photos in my possession...