Private MacNab was grumbling about a stiff deduction from his pay as insurance
money. The unit counsellor was trying to sell him the idea of the necessity
of insurance for a GI.
"Today you flit happy as a butterfly from flower to flower," he pointed
out. "Tomorrow you may be lying prostrate in the trench on the battlefield."
MacNab looked skeptical.
"Take Wooley, for example. A week after he took out a $ 10,000 policy,
he was sent to VN where he had both legs and arms cut off after being hit by
a shell."
"You see," cried out the counsellor, "But he was one of the lucky
ones."