Ah, Rommel! I'll bet you have no trouble remembering those glorious days in North Africa! Oh, you were the apple of all the Aryan ladies eyes in those days, my friend (how shocked they would have been to learn that you were more interested in Tunisian boys!). But nothing lasts forever. Not even the glory of the Deutsches Afrikakorps.
Well, good luck with the chest of drawers thing.