I love a good story, and the true ones are the best of all.
This story is from Reader's Digest from February, 2013, in the Humor in Uniform section:
On the first morning of boot camp, our unit was dragged out of bed by our drill sergeant and made to assemble outside. "My name is Sergeant Jackson," he snarled. "Is there anyone here who thinks he can whip me?"
My six-foot-three, 280-pound brother, who had enlisted with me, raised his hand. "Yes, sir, I do."
Our sergeant grabbed him by the arm and led him out in front of the group. "Men," he said, "this is my new assistant. Now, is there anyone here who thinks he can whip both of us?"
This story is from Reader's Digest from February, 2013, in the Humor in Uniform section:
On the first morning of boot camp, our unit was dragged out of bed by our drill sergeant and made to assemble outside. "My name is Sergeant Jackson," he snarled. "Is there anyone here who thinks he can whip me?"
My six-foot-three, 280-pound brother, who had enlisted with me, raised his hand. "Yes, sir, I do."
Our sergeant grabbed him by the arm and led him out in front of the group. "Men," he said, "this is my new assistant. Now, is there anyone here who thinks he can whip both of us?"
