I have been genuinely trying my very best to beat Operation Wolf since a buddy got it for Christmas in the mid eighties.  It finally happened, I just picked up my wiimote, sat down and beat the game.  I am old enough to appreciate the skewered context on which the game is based, though all the same my first instinct after mission completion was to hit up limewire for Van Halen's PANAMA and start smoking big expensive cigars.  It happened pretty unceremoniously considering the scary amount of hours invested but every time I think of it I get a tinge of pride that says my cumulative years of effort were not in vain.  It's my soldier of fortune Stanley Cup.  So many games I've played are cinematic in nature and make ultimate success a matter of patience alone, this game made me bleed, sweat, and cry.  Even if it was a half-assed 8 bit payoff, I'm infused with this grim pride that Killing Liquid Snake for the fifth time can never equal.