Tuesday, August 4, 2009

Not me Sarge

A drill sergeant had just chewed out one of his cadets, and as he was walking away, he turned to the cadet and said, "I guess when I die you'll come and dance on my grave."

The cadet replied, "Not me, Sarge...no sir!

I promised myself that when I got out of the Army I'd never stand in another line!"

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