The rain was pouring and there was a big puddle in front of the bar just outside the American Legion Post.
A ragged old Army ground pounder was standing near the edge with a
fishing line in the puddle.
A curious young Marine fighter pilot came over to him and asked what
he was doing.
"Fishing," the old sergeant simply said.
"Poor old fool," the Marine officer thought to himself, and he invited
the old Army soldier into the bar for a drink.
As he felt he should start some conversation while they were sipping
their whiskey, the haughty fighter pilot asked,
"And how many have you caught today?"
"You're number ten" the old Army sergeant answered. “2 Air Force, 3
Navy & 5 Marines.”
Thanks Randy
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