When I was a kid in the 1960s I couldn’t afford the more expensive GI Joe action figure. So I got the generic Sgt. Stony action figure instead. That Sgt. Stony doll was one of my favorite childhood toys. And in my bedroom war-game battles, Sgt. Stony practically single-handedly defeated the Krauts and the Japs. And then later the Koreans (who never got a really cool-sounding racial epithet).
Sgt. Stony only had two movable parts. His arms could swing up and down. They were perfect for delivering devastating upper-cut punches. But not much else.
Sometimes I would take my Sgt. Stony doll into forays deep into enemy territory: my little sister’s bedroom. And Sgt. Stoney would kick the crap out of her Ken doll. Ken, with his fashion accessories, was no match for Sgt. Stony’s devastating upper-cuts.
Years later I wondered. Did I really have a doll named Sgt. Stony? Or was my memory playing tricks on me? You know how it is with childhood memories. Things can get a little scrambled in your mind.
So I just Googled it. And I did. There really was a Sgt. Stony doll.
So that was a relief.