Most of the Permanent Collection concerns itself with post-war art, but here is a rare example from the war itself. A triumph of commercial militarism. Interpretations vary; some say it shows the true cost of war, how a young man can be so scarred by what he has seen and experience he can no longer notice the attentions of women but can only stare into the void, wearing a psychotic grin of recollected carnage.

Other interpretations are more generous, and insist the work was commissioned to show young men that military service would make them attractive to women with dark hair and women with light hair, suggesting he would have his pick when he returned to a population whose male numbers had been thinned.

All experts agree the work depicts a form of communion, with Pepsi as the savior's blood, and saltines as the wafer. Many cultures sanctioned warfare with religious rituals, and apparently this one was no different.