I'm knind of wondering about that "PENOR CANNON," myself. Unless...oh, no. It seems too horrible to even consider, but...does he mean "Pegnoir" Cannon??
...years after the war...
[A legless vet in a wheelchair berates a youngster] Oh, you think it was all fun and games out there, you little whippersnapper? There was lingerie flyin' everywhere! We were dodging panties, cone bras, speedos...you name it, and it was flung at us. Then the bastards brought out the Pegnoir Cannon...it seemed like we didn't have a chance at that point. They started chanting: "Panties...panties...panties.. ." it was a nightmare, kid. Then they begain raining hellsilk down upon us. I saw a buddy take rhinestone-studded pasties to the face, sheared his head clean off. I myself stepped on a thong and blew my legs off at the knees. The last thing I remember before I blacked out was seeing Sgt. Frock, bless his manly tighty-whities, rush the Cannon and stuff a pair of rigged boxers down the throat of that thing, jamming it. It exploded, and he disappeared from the waist up. I was sure I'd be seein' him in a few minutes and then everything went black. I woke up in a hospital three days later. They said I was lucky to be alive. "Lucky" they said. Sure. *They* don't have to live with the nightmares. *They* don't wake up screaming. Lucky. Ha! Sure, kid...we won the battle. But whenever I see a woman in her knickers, I wished I had died out there. That's why I always go commando...hey, where you goin'? Little bastard. What? Oh, hi officers. Nossir, I wasn't showing my John Thomas to a teenage boy, I was showin' him proof that...hey...HEY! Leggo! I'm a vet'ran! Can't you...rrrrrrrrghhh...zzzzzzzz zzzzzzzzzttt!...taktaktaktak...
...and peace reigned in the park once more.