“Dear Dad,” read the young soldier’s first letter home. “I cannot tell you where I am, but yesterday I shot a polar bear…”
Several months later came another letter: “Dear Dad, I still cannot tell you where I am, but yesterday I danced with a hula girl…”
Two weeks later came yet another note: “Dear Dad, I still cannot tell you where I am, but yesterday the doctor told me I should have danced with the polar bear and shot the hula girl…”
As part of combat team training, we were made to crawl on our backs under barbed wire while bullets were being fired above us. The training sergeant continually screamed at us to “get down!” Near the end of the exercise, the instructor shouted to one recruit, “Why aren’t you crawling lower?”
“Because,” the trainee said, “my skin keeps getting in the way!”
