A typical bull-necked sergeant was putting a platoon of raw recruits through
its first session of close order drill.
"Forward march !" "Halt !" "Right face !" "Left
face !" "About face !" he barked in rapid succession.
Recruit Ole Olson took about ten minutes of this and then suddenly flung his
Springfield to the ground and set off for barracks.
"Hey !" roared the outraged Sergeant. "Where in heck do you think
you're goin' ?"
"Ay quit !" answered Ole quietly. "Ay be damned if ay drill with
a damn fool who can't make up his mind !"