An army private went to see the Medical Captain for a new pair of glasses.
The Captain looked in his book of record and said, "But you just got a
new pair last month!"
"Yes sir, b . . . b . . . but I got them b . . . broken in an accident,"
stammered the private.
"Accident, what kind of an accident?" The Captain looked in his book
of Accident definitions and glossaries, "Road-march accident, Firing Range
accident, PT accident, Drill accident?"
"No, no nothing of those." said the private.
"Well then, what is it?" asked the Captain.
"I'd rather not tell you sir," replied the private.
"Well, no satisfactory explanations - no new glasses," said the medical
officer, ready to stand up. "I have to see my patients now."
"No, no sir wait. I broke them when I was kissing my girl," blurted
the private.
"Don't be daft man. How could you break your glasses kissing a girl?"
remarked the Captain.
The private answered, "You see, she crossed her legs..."