Post by olderndirt on Apr 23, 2015 21:46:44 GMT -5
There was a big puddle in front of the pub just outside the American Legion Post.
A ragged old Army chopper pilot was standing near the edge with a fishing line in the puddle.
A curious young Air Force fighter pilot came over to him and asked what he was doing.
"Fishing", the old chopper pilot simply said.
"Poor old fool", the Air Force officer thought to himself, and he invited the old Army soldier into the pub 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 eight", the old Army pilot answered.
A ragged old Army chopper pilot was standing near the edge with a fishing line in the puddle.
A curious young Air Force fighter pilot came over to him and asked what he was doing.
"Fishing", the old chopper pilot simply said.
"Poor old fool", the Air Force officer thought to himself, and he invited the old Army soldier into the pub 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 eight", the old Army pilot answered.
