"May you fall into the outhouse just as a squadron of Ukrainians is finishing their prune stew."
Alternately, may you be forced to spend a night at the Callboard Theatre watching two plays by Ladislav Smocek.
"Labyrinth," from which the above is taken, is a Theatre of the Absurd exercise, set outside an amusement park from which there is no escape. We know the feeling.
"A Lovely Place for a Picnic" shows five disagreeable GIs on an all-night vigil in Vietnam. The point is to show that war sets good men at each other's throats, but the viewer concludes that these guys would get on each other's nerves in any situation. They certainly get on ours.
Smocek is described as a silenced Czech writer who at one time served as a dramaturg. He may have read too many books in that post. An amusement park with no exit doesn't improve on Sartre's hotel room, and a clutch of bickering soldiers doesn't take us any closer to the pointlessness of war than Norman Mailer and a hundred other novelists have done.