In yesterday's post I mentioned we spent the evening drinking and telling jokes and stories. What, you don't know what I am talking about? Well go and check out the post and see the colorful dancers and my commentary! Anyway, this was one of the more popular stories of the evening. Did I mention we were drinking? ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Positive Thinking The battle was not going well and every man was needed at the front. The Sergeant had called assembly for the clerks, mechanics and cooks who normally stayed behind the lines. He informed them they would be joining their comrades fighting the enemy and began handing out rifles. When he reached the end of the line he realized he had run out of rifles. The poor cook asked how he was to fight without a weapon. The Sergeant looked around and, finding a broomstick, handed it to the cook. “What am I going to do with this?”, the cook asked. “When you see the enemy point it at them and yell bang-ity bang!”, replied the Sergeant. “But Sergeant, what happens when I get close to the enemy?” the Sergeant picked up a piece of wire and twisted it around one end of the broomstick. “When you get close to the enemy point this at them and yell stab-ity stab!”, he answered. The cook thought this was crazy but orders were orders. At the front lines the cook could see the enemy advancing across a wide field. As he ran towards them he began to yell bang-ity bang, bang-ity bang! Amazingly, enemy soldiers began falling all around him. As the two sides got closer the cook began thrusting his broomstick in front of him and yelling stab-ity stab, stab-ity stab! More of the enemy fell at his feet. Soon the cook could see only one lone enemy soldier before him. He pointed his broomstick at him and yelled bang-ity bang, bang-ity bang! The enemy kept coming. As they got closer the cook thrust his broomstick in front of him and shouted stab-ity stab, stab-ity stab! Still to no effect. The enemy soldier walked up to the cook, ran into the cook, knocked him down and walked over him breaking his arms, his legs and his spleen. And as the enemy soldier walked away the poor cook, lying broken on the field of battle, could hear him muttering to himself……. Tank-ity tank!