"I'm so sore at that Sergeant Brooks with his familiarity angle,"
a GI complained. "He keeps sneaking up on me, slapping me on the chest
and breaking the cigars in my pocket. I figured out how to teach him a lesson."
"Whatcha gonna do?" asked his friend.
"I'll fix him. The next time he slaps me on the chest I'll have a booby
trap in my pocket."