Call of Duty review

Like the slow eroding effects of wind, rain, and time, I march through my list of increasingly ancient games, whittling them away one by one.  The most recent being Call of Duty, the darling of 2003.  Cinematic WWII shooters are essentially their own genre, and I admit to being able to enjoy them on their own terms.  I've enough sense to know that for every dozen of them that are released (seemingly constantly), there's probably one or two worthwhile entrants, and I try to march through one of them at least once a year.  Next up is MoH:Pacific Assault, I believe, though it will be awhile, since I also have enough sense to space them out pretty generously on account of them all being basically the same game.  But that's about the meanest thing I'll say about Call of Duty, so enjoy the review.