Fishing on Veterans Day
The rain was pouring and there was a big puddle in front of the bar just outside the American Legion Post.
A ragged old Marine Sergeant was standing near the edge with a fishing line in the puddle.
A curious young Navy fighter pilot came over to him and asked what he was doing.
“Fishing,” the old Marine said.
“Poor old fool,” the Navy officer thought to himself and he invited the old Marine 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 Marine sergeant answered. “Two Navy, three Army and five Air Force.”