My detailer guaranteed me duty on the French Riviera if I re-upped and here I am up to my butt in mud in this godforsaken place...
“Dear Dad,” read the young soldier’s first letter home. “I cannot tell you where I am, but yesterday I shot a polar bear...”
Several months later came another letter: “Dear Dad, I still cannot tell you where I am, but yesterday I danced with a hula girl...”
Two weeks later came yet another note: “Dear Dad, I still cannot tell you where I am, but yesterday the doctor told me I should have danced with the polar bear and shot the hula girl...”