Note to Mothers

South of Caen, a Canadian unit wading through wheat fields fought its way into a cluster of apple orchards.

"I don't like this," snorted the unit commander. "Why not?" a correspondent asked.

"Those apples aren't ripe. A lot of my men have chronic stomachaches. I wish their mothers had taught them better."

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