A Sniper laid on the mound testing and adjusting his aim for what seemed an
eternity; looking up, looking down, measuring the distance, figuring the wind
direction and speed. Driving his observer nuts.
Finally his exasperated partner says, "What's taking so long? Take the
damn shot!"
The Sniper answers, "My Sergeant Major is up there watching me from the
Barracks. I want to make this a perfect shot."
"Forget it, man! You don't stand a chance of hitting him from here!"