On some air bases the Air Force is on one side
of the field and civilian aircraft use the other side of the field, with the control tower
in the middle. One day the tower received a call from an aircraft asking, "What time
The tower responded, "Who is calling?"
The aircraft replied, "What difference does it make?"
The tower replied "It makes a lot of difference. If it is an American Airlines Flight, it is 3 o'clock. If it is an Air Force,
it is 1500 hours. If it is a Navy aircraft, it is 6 bells. If it is an Army aircraft, the big hand is on the 12 and the little hand
is on the 3. If it is a Marine Corps aircraft, it's Thursday afternoon."
A FRIEND of mine who is a Canadian Forces chaplain tells this story:
aircraft had just reached its assigned 38,000 feet when suddenly and dramatically it
dropped steeply to about half that altitude. A frightened soldier among the passengers
turned to his seat mate, a chaplain. "Do something, padre!" he pleaded.
"Relax, my boy," said the chaplain. "I'm sure we'll be all right." The
soldier was not reassured. "Please, padre," he persisted. "Do something
religious!" The chaplain smiled, then asked: "Would you like me to take up an
A HELICOPTER rescue crew, helping people marooned by a
blizzard in the Scottish Highlands, spotted a smoking chimney just above the snow.
Landing, they made their way to the chimney and shouted down it that they were the RAF
Rescue Team. Back came a voice: "Get away with you! I bought a flag off you
people last week."
An American soldier, serving in World War II,
had just returned from several weeks of intense action on the Italian front lines.
He had finally been granted R&R and had made it to Southampton, England, there to
board a train bound for a few days in London.
The train was very crowded, so the soldier walked the length of the train,
looking for an empty seat. The only seat unoccupied was directly across from a well
dressed middle aged lady and was being used by her little dog. The war weary soldier
asked, "Please, ma'am, may I sit in that seat?" The English woman looked
down her nose at the soldier, sniffed and said, "You Americans. You are such a
rude class of people. Can't you see my little Fifi is using that seat?"
The soldier walked away, determined to find a place to rest, but after
another trip down to the end of the train, found himself again facing the woman with the
dog in the opposite seat. Again he asked, "Please, lady. Can I sit there?
I'm very tired." The English woman wrinkled her nose and snorted,
"You Americans! Not only are you rude, you are also quite arrogant.
The soldier leaned against the swaying wall of the train and again asked if
he could please sit down. The lady said, "Not only are you Americans rude and
arrogant, you're also very inconsiderate."
The soldier didn't say anything else; he leaned over, picked up the little
dog and tossed it out the window of the train and sat down in the empty seat.
An English gentleman, sitting across the aisle said, "You know, sir, you
Americans do seem to have a penchant for doing the wrong thing. You eat holding the
fork in the wrong hand. You drive your autos on the wrong side of the road.
And now, sir, you've thrown the wrong bitch out of the window!"
A young wife, her boorish husband and a good-looking sailor
were ship-wrecked on an island. One morning the sailor climbed a tall coconut tree and
yelled, "Stop making love down there!" "What's the matter with
you?" asked the husband after the sailor came back down. "We weren't making
love." "Sorry," said the sailor. "from up there it looked like
you were." Every morning after that, the sailor scaled the small tree and
yelled the same thing. Finally, the husband decided to climb the tree and see for himself.
With great difficulty, he made his way to the top. "By golly, he's
right," said the husband. "It does look like they're making love down
It was a dark, stormy, night. The Marine was on his
first assignment, and it was guard duty. A General stepped out taking his dog for a
walk. The nervous young Private snapped to attention, made a perfect salute, and
snapped out "Sir, Good Evening, Sir!" The General, out for some
relaxation, returned the salute and said "Good evening soldier, nice night, isn't
it?" Well it wasn't a nice night, but the Private wasn't going to disagree with
the General, so the he saluted again and replied "Sir, Yes Sir!" The
General continued, "You know there's something about a stormy night that I find
soothing, it's really relaxing. Don't you agree?" The Private didn't
agree, but them the private was just a private, and responded "Sir, Yes
Sir!" The General, pointing at the dog, "This is a Golden Retriever, the
best type of dog to train." The Private glanced at the dog, saluted yet again
and said "Sir, Yes Sir!" The General continued "I got this dog for my
wife." The Private simply said "Good trade Sir!"
All the good knights were leaving for the Crusades.
One knight told his best friend " My bride is without doubt one of the most beautiful
women in the world. It would be a terrible waste if no man could have her.
Therefore, as my best and most trusted friend, I am leaving you the key to her chastity
belt to use should I not return from the Crusade."
The company of knights were only a mile or so out of town when they noticed a cloud
of dust approaching. Thinking it might be an important message from the town the column
halted. A horseman approached. It was the knight's best friend. He said " Hey,
you gave me the wrong key!!"
During an Army war game a commanding officer's jeep got stuck
in the mud. The C.O. saw some men lounging around nearby and asked them to help him get
"Sorry sir," said one of the loafers, "but we've been
classified dead and the umpire said we couldn't contribute in any way."
The C.O. turned to his driver and said, "Go drag a couple of those dead
bodies over here and throw them under the wheels to give us some traction."
A men was bragging about his sister who disguised herself as
a man and joined the army. "But, wait a minute," said the listener,
"She'll have to dress with the boys and shower with them too. Won't she?"
"Sure," replied the man. "Well, won't they find out?" The
man shrugged. "But who'll tell?"
THERE'S a memo circulating in the British civil service that
recommends secretary sharing as a means of economizing. "This can be done," it
concludes, "either horizontally between officers of equal rank or vertically between
an officer and a senior."
ONE of the directors at the NASA Test Facility in Bay Saint
Louis, Miss., was known for his inflexible edicts, which he invariably sent in writing,
and for which he insisted on a signed receipt declaring that the orders had been received
and understood. One day we were rerouting an underground pipe through his office and had
to use a jackhammer to break through the concrete floor. I was standing in the hall to get
away from the noise and dust when a couple of the director's assistants came by. One
commented to the other in a hushed, reverent tone, "Good God, now he's carving them
THE U.S. shipping company where my father worked had a new
ship built. It was to be the pride of the fleet, and something special was wanted to
decorate the captain's saloon, a large living room/office where the vessel's business and
entertaining would take place. Someone suggested that a set of nautical prints would lend
a nice touch. He knew of a shop in London that specialized in such things, and the prints
were ordered and hung in the saloon. It was not until the trial run of the vessel, when
both the builder's and the owner's representatives were aboard, that someone looked
closely at the prints. Each was of an American ship being captured by, or surrendering to,
a British warship during the War of 1812.
A TOUGH U.S. Marine sergeant got word that the father of one
of his men had passed away. At roll call he snapped: "Hey, Smith, your father
died!" The Marine fainted on the spot. A week later the sister of another Marine
died, and the sergeant once again called his men together. "Jones," he yelled
out, "your sister died last night!" The Marine burst into tears.
Finally, word got back to the general about the sergeant's insensitivity, and
he was called on the carpet and told to be less direct and gruff when one of his men
suffered a tragedy. A week later the sergeant was notified that Private Miller had
just lost his mother. Remembering what the general had said, he lined up his troop
and ordered: "Everyone whose mother is alive, please take one step forward - NOT SO
I ONCE asked a sergeant major of a Highland regiment the
age-old question, "What is worn under the kilt?" "Nothing is worn
under the kilt, sir," he replied. "It is all in verra verra good condition.
LIEUTENANT BERRY got a pass for his wife and daughter to
visit him at the army camp. The two went around to the side gate, which was the shortest
route to his office. But a sentry stopped them. "Sorry, you'll have to go through the
front gate," he said. "Nobody is allowed to pass through here."
"But we're the Berrys," protested the wife. "Lady, I don't care if
you're the cat's pajamas -- you can't go through this gate."
A SERGEANT and a private were court-martialed for kicking a
colonel as he got into his car. The sergeant said the colonel had stepped on his most
sensitive corn, and he had lost control of his reflexes, kicking the colonel
unintentionally. That made sense to the court. The private then gave his
explanation: "I saw the sergeant kicking the colonel and I thought the war was
MY MATERNAL grandmother was in hospital. While I was on leave
from the navy and not in uniform, my mother arranged to meet me at the hospital gates so
that we might visit my grandmother together. I turned up late, Mother wasn't there and I
paced up and down outside the gates supposing that she, too, had been delayed. After
a few minutes the gatekeeper came out and asked me if I was a sailor. This surprised me,
considering I was wearing my civilian clothes. He explained that my mother had gone ahead
and had asked him to direct me to my grandmother's room. "Just keep a look out for a
sailor in civilian clothes," she had told him.
A FRIEND of mine, Capt. Charles Blue, was stationed in a
remote area of Newfoundland during part of World War II. His wife was at home in Nova
Scotia anxiously awaiting the birth of their third child. The only means of communication
was the military radio, which could not be used for personal messages no matter how
important. Blue was sure he would not get news of his child's birth. But a fellow
officer in Yarmouth, N.S., cut through the red tape and relieved the anxiety with this
LITTLE BOY BLUE ARRIVED STOP BLOW YOUR HORN