[Joe 6-pack]

LOL...very similar to the one about the newly minted LT that gets inebriated at the military ball, before hitting on the CG's wife and throwing up on her dress. Stunned, she looks at him and says, "Do you know who I am, lieutenant?"

"No ma'am."

"I'm the general's wife!"

After a brief moment, the lieutenant replies, "Well do you know who I am?"

The lady declares, "No, I do not," after which the Lieutenant states, "Good," and runs out the door.

==================================================== As a loosely related aside, when I was a company commander, one of my platoon sergeants had this thing that whenever anybody farted, he'd shout, "Keep talking Lieutenant, we'll find you!"

[Night Hides Not]

When I was going through ADAOBC in '76, the Fort Bliss Officers Club had strippers for Happy Hour on Friday. Additionally, a few of us would have lunch at William Beaumont's O-Club on Tuesdays & Thursdays, as strippers plied their craft during the lunch hour.

How times have changed.

During my last 18 months in Germany, it seemed like every "Hail & Farewell" was held within 10 minutes of my apartment. I had an apartment on the Mosel River for 3 years, and I knew where to get the best vintages. There was plenty of available research time, as I lived 10 miles from the nearest base. I went without TV for nearly four years.

I'd invite everyone to my small apartment, where I always had plenty of beer, wine, and snacks ready for consumption.