When an idealist undertakes a mission to bring under control a chaotic situation, only to be consumed by it and lose his sanity. Usually ends with an order to "terminate with extreme prejudice".
Bob: "Hey man, what happened to Billy?"
Tom: "He's gone Col. Kurtz!"
1.Smells good in the mornin
2.Also believed to hold the true smell of victory
(cant believe no-one did this yet....)
"You smell that? Do you smell that? Napalm, son. Nothing else in the world smells like that. I love the smell of napalm in the morning. You know, one time we had a hill bombed, for twelve hours. When it was all over I walked up. We didn't find one of 'em, not one stinkin' dink body. The smell, you know that gasoline smell, the whole hill. Smelled like … victory."-Apocalypse Now