[FONT="]The rain had stopped and there was a large puddle just outside the door to the American Legion hall. [/FONT]
[FONT="]A rumpled old Navy Chief was standing near the edge with a fishing line in the puddle. A curious young Marine fighter pilot came over to him and asked what he was doing. [/FONT]
[FONT="]"Fishing," the old Chief simply said. "Poor old chief," the Marine officer thought to himself and invited the old Navy Chief into the bar for a drink. [/FONT]
[FONT="]As he felt he should start a conversation while they were sipping their spirits, the young jet pilot winked at another pilot and asked the Chief, "How many have you caught today?"[/FONT]
[FONT="]"You're number 14," the old Chief answered, taking another sip from his double shot of 12-year-old Scotch, "2 Air Force, 3 Army and 9 Marines". [/FONT][FONT="]
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